hungry?!?

The phrase I'm not hungry doesn't exist in South America

"just quit eatting Merrette, it's not a big deal the food will be there later and if it isn't... let's be honest it's not going to kill you"

this ladies and gentlemen is my mantra for breakfast, lunch, onces and dinner. Unfortunately, it has yet to actually work. My pants are still fitting, but I'm getting nervous, estoy nerviosa. I would really hate for my mom to pick me up in Charlotte, North Carolina in December and not recognize her once semi-attractive daughter. What's ironic is this is some of the worst food I've ever eaten.

News flash, when you're bored, sad, happy, home-sick or tipsy food is splendid regardless if it's just white bread with marmalda y mantiquila

 When you don't speak the common language I have found the best way to avoid talking at the dinner table, around town, in the hallways at school well, you get the idea is to keep your mouth full

because it's impolite to talk when you have something in your mouth. Well, thankgoodness for my momma raisin' me with some manners.

Depending how you look at it