|I knew you wouldn't believe me, so here's a screenshot of the dictionary.|
Last word in the I section is italiano. Then comes the J section. Then comes the K.
No words with J. None.
How cool is that?
(Not that I have anything against J; it's just I find these quirks of Papiamentu fascinating.)
Because Papiamentu predominantly uses phonetic spelling, all the J words borrowed from other languages are spelled with either a Y (the Dutch jaloers, jealous, becomes yalurs) or an H (justice becomes hustisia; the Spanish for judge, juez, becomes hués).
Which leaves me in a bind for the J post. I thought about going up to the beaches of San Juan--breathtaking little coves you totally would love to see, I know it--but, technically, it's San Juan. Same thing with St. Joris, my favorite dog beach.
And then I thought:
(yep... just like Jeremy. But the i makes it Curaçao ;) )
|A deserted Jeremi from the sky.|
|See that yellow circle the yellow arrow is pointing to?|
But during the week? Aahhh...
|It's such a hard, stressful life, isn't it?|
Update on the guessing game:
No one got hofi. I'm floored. I suck. It was too hard, I think, and my hints weren't all that helpful. Hofi is yard, or garden. Dogs need a large enough hofi to live in. There's a new hofi near our place that started a farmer's market, the first in Curaçao.
I apologize. My bad. So here's a new rule: if no one gets the right answer or even comes close, everyone that guessed will have their names added to the raffle. So all of you who took a shot at hofi -- and I love your creativity! -- are now in to win a collection of short stories about Curaçao. Sound fair? The way I see it, you shouldn't have to pay the price for my incompetence :)
Bon wikent! (Care to guess on this one? ;) )