A very typical thing happened to me today. I went into town and passed the neighbour on my walk. We stopped and had a chat. I’m sure this sort of occurrence happens all over the world, but what do neighbours talk about in Chugchilán?
Pedro: Hello neighbour, how are you?
James: I am fine. All is good, all the time with me. I have no problems. And you?
Pedro: Well, your pig got into my place the other day and ate my potatoes. He ate loads of my potatoes; maybe you should pay for what your pig ate.
James: Oh, tell me what happened?
Pedro: (speaks more Spanish that I fail to comprehend).
James: Tell me one more time, what happened?
Pedro: (speaks more Spanish that this time I somewhat comprehend with the addition of hand gestures).
James: What day did this happen?
Pedro: Sábado.
James: Well come and find me after work, and we will inspect the damage the pig did.
Pedro: Ok see you later then.
As I walked away I realised that last Saturday I can distinctly remember not letting the pigs out for the day. Is that why all his mates were laughing?
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