Yesterday afternoon we went to the neighborhood Cerve Frio. Gaspar is the man's name that sells beer there. Gaspar is Mayan and he is very small in stature. He stands on a box so he can see his customers over the counter. Lupita was also there. What Gaspar lacks in size he makes up for in the size of his heart. He was glad to see us. Likewise. His corner store is very small. He sells beer and snacks. But he sells a lot of beer and snacks. We usually buy a 12-pak...cans. He mostly sells liter bottles of beer and takes back the bottles for refunds once a customer buys the first one and pays the deposit.
He used to laugh at Terry's Spanish but now that Terry has gotten so much better at it, he no longer laughs at his Spanish but just laughs because he's glad to see us.
He had a brand new upright beer cooler behind his counter. It's very large like the size of a jumbo refrigerator. It is made to look like a Heineken beer bottle. I don't recall seeing many people in our neighborhood drinking Heineken. They are all Sol drinkers. The jumbo beer cooler makes Gaspar look even smaller behind his counter.
We came home and sat up on the mirador with the Sol and some Anejo and had a war on the wasps that have built nests while we were away. There were more of them dead than us when the lights went out.
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