The Wormlips Scrapbook

A few days ago I learned some idiomatic Spanish. Prestame unos varos = Sort of like “Feast me some money” Lana = bucks (as in $$$) Interestingly, it was the director of the English program at the University of Hildalgo who taught me that. I kind of wish I hadn’t taken everyone’s advice to go [...]

One has to stay on one’s toes here, ready to leap suddenly in a different direction. Instead of the leisurely morning I’d been told last night that I’d have today, I had to head out the door an hour early and with only five minutes’ notice. I was to get a ride to the bus [...]

The woman I’m staying with is alternately warm and crusty. Rather like a pie, come to think of it. Speaking of which, she is an extraordinary cook. I’ve had an array of sopas and empanadas and all kinds of other -as foods whose names I don’t remember. She makes a killer horchata, too. Esta tarde [...]