When I was younger and met my family in Mexico for the first time, I had a couple of doozies.
The day I arrived, my flight was delayed 3 times and I was traveling for about 30 hours before I finally got to Villahermosa. The family waited all night at the airport, including the Mariachi band they hired to greet me. When I arrived at 5 am, i saw them all sleeping on the chairs, floor, everywhere, about 20 people in total. There was nothing I wanted more than to shower and go to bed, but NOOOOOOOOOO.
I had to dance with everyone to the yawning Mariachis. Then they took me to breakfast, then to the plaza de armas, then to the beach for lunch, then to the zoo, then to the river-walk, then to downtown, then to the .... I was so tired, smelly and my feet were killing me and I just could not go another step.
I was trying to think of the word feet because I wanted to say I needed to rest because my feet were killing me, but I could not for the life of me remember the word pie. I remembered that it started with a P, and at that moment a bicycle went past. I thought Ahhh, where do you put your feet on a bicycle? The pedals, of course. so with a gusto in my voice, and a tear in my eye I blurted out.
Tengo que ir ala casa porque duele muchos mis peditos.
For those who do not know what that means, I said, I have to go home because my flatulence hurt a lot.
I had no idea what I said at the time, but it did not take long to realize I said it wrong because for about 15 seconds there was this look of utter shock and confusion followed by the most insane belly laughs I have ever heard. That was 1983. I recently spoke with one of my cousins, and after 30 years, still the first thing out of her mouth is..Kevincito, how are your peditos?