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| Happy Hour at Nico's @ Isla 33 |
It's my turn to write the weekly Notes from
Paradise.
For
those of you who don't know me, my people tell me that I am a
purebred Mexican low-rider. That's pretty cool. Don't you think? A
purebred Mexican low-rider. I think it sounds kinda sexy: low-rider.
But I really want to tell you about a fun thing that happened to me
when we were out for an evening ride in the golf cart.
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| Happy Hour - 1/2 price appetizers and drink specials |
Last
Friday, we stopped at Isla 33 Resort & Villas complex, on the
eastern side of our island. There was a big sign at the entrance of Nico's @ Isla 33
Restaurant that said: Happy Hour. It looked like
there were a bunch of happy folks there, so we stopped to
investigate. There were two guys, Poyo & Payo, playing guitars
and singing good tunes.
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| Luis - pouring a glass of wine |
There were lots of people chatting with
friends and sampling great-smelling appetizers.
There was a really
nice man, Luis, who poured a light-coloured liquid into
a big glass and handed it to the lady that I hang with. She seemed
to like it a lot. I think Luis poured her a second one later on.
My
people ordered something called Sliders. The three Sliders looked
like little hamburgers, the perfect size for a small dog like me. I
could smell cheddar cheese, bacon, Gouda, caramelized onions,
and other great stuff. They kept saying how good the Sliders
tasted. Unfortunately, I didn't get to try any of them, and it was hard not to drool all over my people's sandals.
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| Sparky's Spanish-speaking friend, José Cauich |
But
the coolest thing was this nice man, by the name of José
Cauich, came over to me and started speaking my language: Spanish.
I
knew exactly what he was saying. “Acuestate.” Boom! I'm lying down.
“Sientate.” And now I'm sitting.
Easy, I get this guy. The man and woman that I have lived with for the last year and a half have always spoken another weird language, trying to get me to do stuff, but darn, it's hard.
First I have to figure out what they
mean, and then translate that into something I know how to do. I
just wish they would learn to speak Spanish to me. It would be so
much easier.
A lot of my friends get adopted by people who don't
speak Spanish, and I guess they all have the same problem.
Gotta
learn a new language, plus figure out the new people. It can be a
big headache for a little dog, even a special and sexy dog like me,
a purebred Mexican low-rider.
Personally,
I am not clear on this Happy Hour stuff. I think we were
there for more than an hour, and everyone was still happy. I
might see you there next time.
Hasta
Luego, mi amigos
Sparky
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