I'm practing saying Karalla. And NAW-fuk. Just like with Pittsburghese, there is a guide to talking in the South. Here's one for Virginia and here's How to Talk like a Tar Heel. That's so we'll know what people are talking about when we go to the Outer Banks for the first time this August. Lots of people from Pittsburgh religiously spend a week at the "shore" every summer (although it's usually Rehoboth or Ocean City, Maryland). We've only gone to the shore twice in the 34 years we've lived here and both times were to Chincoteague when the kids were little, the first time camping and the second time in a musty rental cabin. We are really going upscale this time, thanks to our kids and our 40th wedding anniversary!
Figuring we'll be miles from nowhere (which isn't true since there's a Harris Teeter supermarket and a Food Lion down the road) Will and I thought it would be good to stop at a Costco on the way down: there's one in Richmond and another in Norfolk. Unfortunately the nearest H-Mart is in Fairfax, Virginia, but maybe we can make a little 5 mile detour with Juan and Mandy when we skirt DC. I was looking forward to a BiBimBap party and maybe Papi could cook up a Colombian meal with beans, platano, yuca, arepas, rice and other starches... If the kids are lucky, Papi will make them changua and huevos pericos for breakfast every day...

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