Geography

Yesterday morning on the way to the creche we were singing Guantanamera in the car (really, we’re the Von Trapps).  Well I was mostly humming and Mr. Waffle who had the advantage of spending a number of his formative years in Latin America was singing. I asked what the words meant and he said “Peasant lass from Guantanamo, trust me, I am a sincere man from where the palm trees grow and I like your orange jump suit”.