When I was little, our unsophisticated New Year’s toasts “Health” or for reasons unknown to me “Chinchin” were raised to another level by visiting relatives. I assume they were from Venezuela, because we did them in Spanish forever more.
And you’ll forgive me because I can’t write in Spanish, and it’s be so long I might not remember the right words, but I think it was “Salud, Dinero y amor.”
Health, wealth and love.
I used to think older people were strange and stodgy because when you asked them what they wanted in the new year, they said “health.” Even as a very sickly child, I didn’t understand the point of that. Okay, a part of it is that I didn’t understand why anyone would ask for health. It either came or it didn’t and in my case it seemed a hopeless business. But more importantly, ill-health didn’t affect anything. …
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