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Feliz Navidad for the Pulaars

So the other night, some of the kids in my village asked me to teach them Spanish.  Well, seeing as my Espagnol repertoire is quite limited, as I haven't studied the language since 8th grade, I had to be quick on my feet, so as to look "cool."  As a result, there are now about 20 men, women, and children who yell "chimichanga" and "quesadilla" on the reg in the African bush.

A dusk-ish view of village...as a matter of fact, just prior to the Spanish invasion.

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  1. NikkiJuly 28, 2010 at 4:54 PM

    Only you would do that!! I think Charlie knows some Spanish curse words, if you want me to find out and pass them along.

    love you!!!

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  2. MorganAugust 2, 2010 at 8:37 PM

    Have I told you lately that I love you?

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