The Plant Snogger strikes

Salvador spent the morning ‘gardening’ with Simone yesterday.
A bit like the ‘Horse Whisperer’, Salvador is the ‘Plant Kisser’, once one is planted he gives it a good luck smacker.
We now have a very pretty plant pot on our entrance stairs.
Although he is sure of what he wants, our son can be a very obedient little boy and is very good at bringing things to us.
Occasionally the item in question is far to interesting for him to let go off, leading to a search for an equally exciting object to bribe him with.
All fruit is now Mango, all coloured drinks are Coca-Cola and mas (more) is the order of the day for anything he likes.
I got an email today from Rebeca, one of the jungle crew, they are all back in Spain and missing Peru.
Some people take to this country with total enthusiasm and others just don’t get it.
As a customer from Los Angeles put it yesterday morning, ‘Peru is spectacular’ – one person’s spectacular unfortunately is another’s dirty and smelly.
Due to a late influx of German tourists determined to knock back Pisco we had a late finish last night.
When customers are just drinking and all the tidying up has been done, out come the ghost stories, steadily more ludicrous by the minute, Miriam and Valerio revelling the opportunity to reveal the mad secrets of the mountains.
Coffins floating to burial on their own, corpses transported to churches on tree trunks and other such tales kept us going until we closed at 11.15pm.
Until the Pisco slurpers turned up it had been a pretty slow day which also gave us the chance to discuss Inca history in its entirety.
When I got home I slid into bed, the day had finished me.
Then I heard a crash and a shout from the bathroom.
Esther had knocked my contact lens case over, the lid had come off and one of my lens had flown into the darkness.
Half an hour on searching on my knees on a cold tiled floor at nearly midnight was not really what I had in mind but eventually we found the offending plastic disc stuck to the wall.
My near loss of my contact lens sparked a conversation about other losses this morning.
Valerio chipped in with a story about the brother of our landlady leaning over the toilet only for his dentures to fall out and become lodged in the U-bend.
They were eventually retrieved and he popped them back in, hopefully after a quick brush with Domestos.
Miriam remembered her Grandmother cooking one night over an open fire and taking her false teeth out to put on the side.
Unfortunately she put them too near the firewood and they too made their way into the flames.
Granny had teeth as black as coal the next morning.