Hola fanaticos de deportes (=sports fans) today was our second to last day working in the community clinic and with our familias in the Barrio. Only one more full day and we are sadly obliged to fly back north (if Irene nos permite).
With our precious little time left and a flurry of last minute activities to do, we're delaying more in-depth posts until Saturday or after we return to the ol' US of A. Thus, we shall gift you with a bit of prose this rainy evening whilest we prepare for our big NicaNursing finale: la Ferria de Salud en la Villa Libertad (=the health fair in our barrio). We're very excited to talk more about health and self-empowerment via knowledge with our familias and their neighbors--we'll tell you how that goes another entry.
So for now we'll get back to our nursley duties, and do please enjoy the following poem. It expresses our deep bond with a certain dish which is found on every mesa (table) of every casa (house) on every calle (street) in every ciudad (city) of this fantastic pais (country).
The following piece is called...you guessed it...
"Gallo Pinto"
Gallo pinto everyday
gallo pinto--no matter what you say.
Gallo pinto in all of my dreams
gallo pinto--we're busting at the seams.
Gallo Pinto stuffed in your face,
gallo pinto goes right to your waist.
Mas gallo pinto por favor
porque el gallo pinto tiene muchi sabor.
Gallo pinto every morn'
No gallo pinto? You shall be forlorn!
Feel free to add some rhymey goodness with commentary!
Buenas noches amigos -- Alicia
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