Waiting for the Peanut Vendor

Within approximately 19 minutes of my parents’ arrival in the Boonies there was lengthy discussion about the dictator who joins each and every one of our family gatherings.

According to my mother -- who keeps close track of the guy via discussion on radio, TV and Sunday afternoon family gatherings en el exilio – the dictator is about to kick it.

“Va a guindar el piojo,’’ she said.

To which my husband said: “What?’’

You know, his louse is going to hang.

Oh and yes, “va a cantar el manisero’’ – another term for kick it that translates to “the peanut vendor is going to sing.’’

To which my husband said: “What?’’

And when it finally happens, it will be said that “canto el gallo’’ or “the rooster sung.”

To which my husband said: “What?’’

Aye.