No Matter How You Say It, Yo La Tango

All it´s taken was about two weeks in Peru and I´ve basically crushed the mortal soul of every French speaker in the universe through my misappropriation of their glorious tounge and managled it with International English into a concoction only to be called Spenchish. I have really great success with my efforts: I can order a variety of food stuff, like guinea pig or coffee with milk. I can also ask how much something costs, like a llama. If I really try, I can expertly haggle down prices of groceries, cab rides, alpaca wool stuffs, and hostel dormitory rates I can usually get the price I want too, haha! (After my bout with those fearsome old ladies in Morocco, I forever revenge the 40 euro henna art on my arm that should have only cost five! Oh you bewitching thives, you´ve taught me such wise lessons!!) I will make the exception in price however when the thing I want will cost me 16 soles, which is a tricky number, and I can´t remember it, so I just ask for 15, that´s closer to its French cousin.

Luckily for me, Dan Davy caught up with me in Arequipa down south in Peru, and has down a finer job than I gracing our hosts, waiters, guides, dealers, and friends with converstion. Charming and ridiculous, Dada has won many hearts in our company, and hopefully his jokes about shampoo and dragons never get old, and we´ll continue to have happy Peruvians around us. Lalalalala!