On the way back from the horse ride in Trinidad, Angel our guide ame trotting up beside me and asked ¨how is your arse?¨ Thinking I had not heared correctly I said ¨Como? (Yes my Spanish is fluent now), and he repeated ¨how is your arse?¨ I thought of ten different answers but all that came out was a laugh.
I saw him the next day and again he asked, this time I could barely manage a smile, let alone a laugh.
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