The cows in San Juan
Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates
View of the downtown area Tlaxcala Historical Center, Mexico
He squatted to match my height, and laughing wholeheartedly he explained:
“Jairo, your ungracious, but loving grandfather, is unquestionably an old sea wolf. What’s more, he is the most sagacious and the sliest of them all. So rest assured that it is impossible to get lost, when he is steering the plane.” Then he elaborated, as he described how for centuries, the region had been a British Protectorate, just like Belize. It all formed part of the famous Mesquite Kingdom. The locals, back then, spoke a Creole mix of Caribbean-English, and for that reason, the city was known as Greytown.
“But you’re perfectly right; as you know, nowadays this is Nicaragua, so allow me to rephrase: Welcome to San Juan del Norte!”
We got into a car with don Jaime, and as he drove, he began to talk to us about the different kinds of wildlife and the plants, found in the area.
“I guess you could say the most special animals of them all, are the cows, my dear.”
“But, don Jaime, what’s so special about the San Juan cows, other cows don’t share? Perhaps, they give chocolate milk or something?” I asked a little perplexed, for I realized he was joking, while Grandfather just smiled.
“Well now, they’re herbivorous, just like the rest of the cows, and that’s for sure. Don’t know of anybody drinking their milk though. Hmm, to catch them and then milk them…” After which they both laughed like little boys after a prank. I waited for the explanation.
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