Ouest: “What’s this Mama?”

Ali: “A tube of garlic bulbs.”

Ouest: “For moley?” That’s guacamole.

Ouest rolling the tube around in her hands: “Wow cow.”

That’s holy cow to the rest of us. Wow cow to Ouest. She uses that one throughout the day whenever something impresses her. Wow cow Mama.

We all walked around town a bit today, just sort of moving in slow motion. The malecon is about the only change around here since last summer. The main waterfront road is now pedestrian only, meaning all the perpendicular streets dead end when they hit it. And there at the dead end, on every block, are two yellow taxis. And every single block the drivers ask you, “Taxi sir?” I know it’s a tough way to make a living, but for a while now I’ve understood that if a taxi is sitting idle along a curb that I should approach it if I want a ride.

Ouest wanted to wear two different shoes all day today. Who am I to argue?