Mami Vicky
by Stephanie
Sitting at the table with Mami Vicky. I am finishing my coffee as she sits with a plate of fried plantain and chicken in front of her.
“Usted conoce Arenal?” I ask her.
“No,” she says, eyes not leaving the plantain in her hands.
“Quiere conocerlo?”
There is a long pause, during which she mashes some chicken and plantain together in her fingers. As she watches those fingers, a grin slowly spreads across her face.
“Cuando van?” she smiles at me.
I love this snippet of conversation.
Does this mean she’s going to Arenal with us? Yay!
If we can get a good price on a buseta and can convince her to leave the house in someone else’s care, yes!