Street peddlers
Working from home the past weeks, I notice more the street peddlers’ frequent calls throughout the day. Besides the tinkling of ice cream cart bells,
cobblers announce,
“¡Arreglo zapatos!” and what sounds like
“ah-ah-ah arreglozapatoi” (Greek?) but which means, “I do same day shoe repair.”
Green-grocers in pickup trucks sound their horns and slur the names of their produce over a loudspeaker:
“Haypiñapapaya plátanonaranja tomateaguacate…” with an upward lilt at the end. I listen carefully to all the
drinking-water sellers (
“¡Agua! ¡Hay agua!”) for my preferred brand, Agua Azul:
“¡A-zooooo-l! Agua-zooo-l.” Scrap metal buyers beg for rags, old batteries and wire as well as other leftover items of reusable metal. The
housewares vendor proclaims,
“¡Escobas! ¡Recogedores! ¡Trapeadores!” (Brooms! Dustpans! Mops!”) A
tortilla seller with a particularly raucous voice screeches piercingly,
“t’-TEEE-‘AS”, incidentally illustrating the tendency to elide or omit sounds after yelling them again and again.
Convalescence update
The ankle continues to heal steadily. At home, I limp without crutches, but take one for extra stability when I go out. I still tire quickly—after 6-8 blocks of walking. In physiotherapy, I’ve progressed from hot packs, laser massage, and hydrotherapy to stretching and flexibility exercises on the Center´s equipment. I can also drive a car! Rah!
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Janet Alcántara
I.C.L.H., Apdo. 2861
Tegucigalpa, Honduras
C.A.