She´s called toña and he´s been out with her every night since we´ve been here.
In fact he´s popped across the road to meet her now.
He seems to meet her wherever we go.
I´ve got to be honest- sometimes she is pretty much attached to his lips.
The first phrases of spanish that the boy has learnt out here have all been about toña. How he needs her, how important she is etc.
I´m half expecting he is going to try to take her home with him
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ReplyDeleteSorry Bren, but I was made to publish your and andy's blog links on the church website. Your wonderful reputation may be shot...if they don't read your blog to find out toña is the local beer!
ReplyDeleteThen again...maybe not even that would rescue you :-)
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