When I was little, I remember my mom worrying that my brother might have diabetes because the kid was constantly glugging down water. It turned out he was just thirsty.
Lately, it’s crossed my mind with Nake. I just spent more than a week where I must have heard the word “agua” skeighty-eight times. I think that’s all he said to me over the course of our entire vacation. Then I had an epiphany:
Agua no longer means water. It now means anything you consume. As in, “I want another slice of that agua.” Or, “pass me more agua on the cob.” Or, “Agua on the rocks… make it a double.”
