We have managed to fall prey to the dreaded White-Man-Speak-No-Spanish curse. You know the one, the one where you suddenly feel the need to add an O to the end of every word?
Our conversations for the last 24 hours have sounded something like this -
Honey-o, go get-o the el golf-o carto-o so we-o can go into town-o.
All the time. Everything gets an O on the end of it. We sound like blinkin` idiots but somehow, cannot stop. I suspect that this does not ingratiate us favorably with the locals.
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