We are pleased to report that Elvis is alive and well down in Guatemala. In fact, he was the entertainment for our "graduacion" from our Spanish school last night. Unfortunately, we didn't have our camera handy, but the hair, the sideburns, and the girth were all there, along with a reasonable facsimile of the voice (especially if one takes into account the inevitable toll of highland living-- and the fact that the words were in Spanish). It seems that the "Vez" lived out the 80s in the Maya highlands before being drawn back into civilization by the not-fully-requited (?) lure of the stage. Last week, the King was wearing what appeared to be faux-snakeskin pants, but he topped that this week with a full-on cape featuring a bold stars-and-stripes motif. We gave him a shout-out in our speech, which followed a translation of the Vagina Monologues (we considered calling ours the "Monologo del Pene" before deciding to allude to such a possibility more subtly). He emerged to cheers as we did my best to put an Elvis lilt on our "Muchas gracias, senor."
P.S. We are prepared to accept that he was not the real Elvis-- he may well have been his twin Jessie, who we were never really convinced wasn't out there somewhere anyway.
