So why do I sit here with a frosty "Materva" yerba mate soda in front of me? More to the point, why am I about to take a swig?
The answer is the same as that provided by the hardy adventurer as he approached the mountain: because it's there.
You see, I'm in Miami. Even as a Spanish-speaker I'm astounded by the degree to which this city is bilingual.
Not only does everyone in Miami speak Spanish, they assume you do too, even if you are an almost 6-foot tall woman with skin as pale as the edelweiss of your ancestors' native Germany.
We went to a little "bodega" deli near where we are staying to buy seltzer water and milk. I noticed the yerba mate soda and thought "I bet that tastes awful" but then "when will I ever get another chance to find out"?
Are you the kind of person who eats guinea pig or drinks yerba mate if the locals are doing the same? You just might be a home exchanger!
Next time: how was it, yerbatastic or materrible?
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