Hot dogs

 Tuesday February 24.

This morning I was a bit late going for my walk but I stayed and got my steps in. We headed over to work and started right off trying to update the files. It has to get done so no time better than now. Some how the workers here on this floor decided we needed to eat Brazilian hotdogs. I wish I had pictures but I was so involved with the process and talking that I missed out. Start with a hard roll about the length of a hotdog bun only really big. Think french bread size. Cut it open and remove some of the center bread the soft part and then the hotdog. They are cooked a long time in water with lots of onions and peppers and spices really good tasting. Then catsup,  mustard, mayo. Then really fine shoestring chips, this salsa like stuff made of cabbage and onions and cilantro or not , peppers , and vinegar. Then they put real mashed potatoes until it’s huge. No way I can eat this even when I sneak up on it with my tiny mouth. They are really proud of this hotdog and it’s good just difficult to eat. Sometimes these people are to nice to me. It was like a birthday party. After lunch we started writing subtitles for a video in the humanitarian department. It was a video made for the church by the group that does the water filters for the indigenous people of the amazon river area. It took a long time and we didn’t get it all finished today. Next we went home. One of the young girls in our office cane home and helped grandma dye her hair. Then we had tacos and for dessert strawberry short cake. Big day of eating. It was about 7:30 when we walked her down to the metro. There was a huge police presence in riot gear and helmets. They stand around the metro entrances as there was an AcDc concert in town. We walked back home slowly. Fun day. Love to all.

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