Aline, Alessandra "La Colombiana," Lily, Me. Trouble right here. Our poor waiter had a handful with this table. La Colombiana and I got into a very interesting and very long conversation about the time she spent volunteering in the north of her own country in a medical clinic. She told the usual tale of supply shortages, people coming from four hours away by land and boat with a grave wound or disease, getting lice and doing every day to day thing with bottled water, and the feeling of helplessness. She is studying medicine and will definitely be one of those people in this world who saves and helps so many without any recognition.
We also called her "La Maestra" for her mastery of getting the perfect drink to juice chunk ratio in every glass from the pitcher of Clericó.
YUM!
Me and my Egyptian queen. She got a tad bit brown from the time on the beach.
This was Aline's wonderful joke: "What is this? A dead Italian!" haha Maybe you had to be there for it to be truly funny.
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