They know us at the market now, which makes it more fun to go. We were looking for chicken broth (nope) or bouillon without msg (nope). We found a pack that looked promising, no msg (which now I can identify 20 dif names for msg in 5 dif languages). So this packet, no msg, but I couldn't translate the other ingredients. Turns out it was ground cinnamon. Oh the ladies laughed! Good thing we didn't put that in chicken soup. FYI- when you buy a whole cut up chicken here, it includes the feet. Both of them. Ew!
We ate gelato, and talked with Rasta Carl, who was so excited to see us that he kissed my cheek. We laughed when S blurted out, "well that is mom's first kiss here!" So Carl kissed my cheek again, then tried to kiss S's cheek too, all in fun. We played at the park, and you haven't seen anything until you see a kid and a handsome Caribbean guy with long dreds, on a teeter-totter. They were both laughing, and dreds were flailing, and half the time, one of them was a bit air-born. Why aren't there teeter-totters in US?

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