“Parrilla Aires Criollos.” She pronounced the double l’s like y’s, as someone from Mexico would. “Parizha!” Ding Chavez corrected without opening his eyes. He coughed, licking his lips and turning slightly in his seat like he might drift off to sleep again. “Argentines speak Castilian Spanish. Parizha Aires Criozhos.”
¡Ay coño!
