Before I tell you about my shocking discovery here in Peru, I want to show you another and more pleasant discovery: doors. I think I hadn’t appreciated doors enough, until Nona and Papa took me to other countries. Traveling abroad, I’ve discovered that doors aren’t just for walking through walls. No, doors can also be things of beauty. Let me show you two really nice doors.
Yes, we’re in Arequipa now. We saw that door (above) and this one (below) at the Santa Catalina Monastery of nuns here. I think back in the U.S. we would say it is a “convent,” rather than “monastery.” Right? Anyway, it is really old. it was built way back in 1579. Here’s that other door that I liked.
Well, those were my pleasant discoveries. Now for my shocking discovery. We had to go to a plain and simple restaurant, Hatunpa, for me to make this discovery.
Well, here’s my shocking discovery: Papa, my travel companion and your grandfather, is the name for “potato” in South America! They’re even pronounced the same way. So, when I called “Papa” to get Papa’s attention, it’s not a wonder that people gave me funny looks. Did they think I was calling for a potato? (Oh, by the way, did you know that more than 4,000 varieties of potatoes are native to the Andean highlands of Peru, Ecuador, and Bolivia? Isn’t that amazing?)
That restaurant’s name, Hatunpa, means “Big Potato” in the quechua language. They only serve potatoes — all kinds of potatoes — and you can get your choice of all kinds of fillings to put on them, too.
Papa (not the potato) got a tuna sauce on this potatoes, and Nona got a traditional mixed vegetables sauce. Both were really good, too. Another really good thing was that the restaurant has little flags for all the countries of the world, and, when you sit down, they ask you what country you are from and then put that country’s flag on your table. We could see people from a lot of different countries at other tables. Cool, huh?
Peru has a lot of good restaurants, according to Nona and Papa. Being a plastic Jurassic, I wouldn’t know. I do know that mostly human beings go to restaurants for the food, but not always. We went twice to another place, the Zig Zag Restaurant and Bar, for the food and for something else, too. Here’s what I mean …
Oh, I forgot. Papa says it is okay for us to continue to call him “Papa” even though he knows it means “potato.” Nona says that, if you put an accent over the last “a,” like this: “papá”, then it does mean dad or grandfather. Somehow that accent mark changes how to pronounce the word, she claims. Anyway, I’m sticking with just “papa.” Papa doesn’t care, and neither do the potatoes, I’m sure. Bye!
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