“Avocate, por favor?” Blank stare.
“Avojado?” Nothing. Desperate, I look around at the other plates, but nobody has any left. I figure,
“La fruta verde? (The green fruit?)” The lady points at the watermelon in the fridge and (I think) tells me that is all the fruit that she has.
“Nevermind.” I mumble in English.
“Gracias.” I muster with a weak smile.
So I really want to get a Spanish dictionary. I didn’t think that my UH education was that bad, so I asked how to say avocado in Spanish. In every other Spanish speaking country in the world, it is Avojado. In Chile however, it is Palta. Now we are visiting Leo in Quintay. Leo, his house, and his beach will all get their own blog entry soon. First I need to plan my birthday. Hopefully, I wont have internet. I will be camping in or near Patagonia. The water here is very cold. But it is uncrowded. Life is good.