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| Cutting the limes. |
We had just arrived in Santa Marta Colombia yesterday. Today we're going on a trip into town with our friends. The Kid's name is Darien she lives on a little boat named Byamee. We had some other friends that Darien introduced to us. The girl's name is Cassandra. We all met on the dock with our backpacks and stuff like that. Partly why my mom went into town is because she wanted to get a chip, which is how you can use wifi. My mom and dad are really concerned about wifi. Joyce, the mother of Darien, knew a place called tigo it sold chips for the ipad or ipod even a iPhone.
At the place called tigo there was a bin of old iPhone cases. All the kids went over and started sorting them into the different colors. When I looked over at the adults Joyce was sipping what looked like a lime juice freshly squeezed. My mom really wanted one, so my dad, my sister, and I went out on a street. And right there across the street there was a little stand that had lime juice. We walked over and said "we would like to have a lime juice." Of course we said it in Spanish. The guy behind the stand took a big spoon and dipped it into a square tank with white-ish stuff which I guess is something other than lime juice because then he took a lime from the pile of limes and cut the top off then cut two cuts one way and two cuts the opposite way. After he cut it open he put it in a little metal thing that he squeezed and the lime juice came out the bottom.
It was delicious.
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| The man putting the lime juice in the cup. |
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| The squeezer |
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