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I am not Hispanic. I'm a white woman. But a few years ago, I had several Hispanic friends. One from El Salvador, one from Peru and one from Mexico (City). The woman from El Salvador couldn't speak a lick of English. Our Peruvian friend often translated (I could fit my knowledge of Spanish on the head of a pin).
But the El Salvadorian showed the Peruvian a video of an El Salvadorian funeral procession in El Salvador for a friend and allowed me to watch the video.
I am not Hispanic. I'm a white woman. But a few years ago, I had several Hispanic friends. One from El Salvador, one from Peru and one from Mexico (City). The woman from El Salvador couldn't speak a lick of English. Our Peruvian friend often translated (I could fit my knowledge of Spanish on the head of a pin).
But the El Salvadorian showed the Peruvian a video of an El Salvadorian funeral procession in El Salvador for a friend and allowed me to watch the video.
Every time I listen to it I think, "This must be what Heaven 'sounds' like"...
Great post, El Salvador is very romatic to me. I gave my daughter a 600 year old decorative clay vase with a 600 year old El Salvador government stamp. Mario Zurita my adopted brother as we call him, his grandfather was some huge singer, like the best singer that was ever in El Salvador, one of the wealthiest families in government and he came with very expensive gifts, and dude was a walking romance film. Everyone fell in love with him, every girl. He was extreemly educated and a disciplined black belt and taught it the yeaars he was with us.
I cant help being jealous, tall good looking guy and never let nobody pay for anything but I sure loved him anyway, couldnt help it, and my sisters really loved, my cousins, aunts, all of them. He lived with us 3 years, exchange student.
He was like the El Salvador Elvis, and to see him sing, women would faint.
A walking talking romance novel, anytime anyone was around him, you felt like you were in a romance novel.
El Salvador is in the minds of all my family and friends.
Dude sure didnt want to leave, and you should have seen the slobber parry, living in a great house with five to ten good looking women who all loved you and every weekend our house was the place to be, he got to get on stage and sing. My dad bought two double wide trailors and put them both together and built the One Way Coffee house and 20 yo 50 people every weekend, teenager in the 70' in the one way coffee house with a big stage, professional set up, them were the days, not everyone can be a teenager when the BeeGees came out lol, I just got lucky.
Behind that we had what I called the back 40, I was out fishing in the pond, couple hours later Mario the exchange student was on crutches. He saw me back there fishing with a couple bulls and he was going to save me so he tried to jump the bobwiire and ended up with like 50 stitches savimg me from the bulls, but the bulls knew me.
This movie is a cute movie but to me its almost offensive how somebody got inside my head and met all the egomaniacal charachters that live in my head. From my obsession with crosswords to reading cearal boxes, every charachter in the movie is in my head, its my head..
Cute and inspiring.
Real moving flick, spiritual, I relate to every chatachter and I know that dude who wrote this, I know him, I know where he has been.
M. Night Shyamalan
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