There's still some tequila sloshing around my head from last night.
Jose and I went back to Antigua to the famous "La Sala" - the place to be on Thursday nights. You would be happy to know that I got the party started, dancing salsa with the best/sexiest dancer in the club (Ay Virjinia, tu eres en mis suenos!). There was a live band that killed it and afterwards I told the guitarist he has "dedos de oro".
People from all over the world come to Antigua. I met groups from London, Belgium, Norway, Denmark, Canada, Wisconsin, a drunk old woman with a "Hooters Phoenix" shirt, Sweden, The 'real' Jersey, and 2 cuties from Argentina (got their emails).
Woke up confused and hung over, only to be cured by Tita's "Caldo de Huevos" - an AMAZING egg soup with chile. Take my advise - learn how to cook this dish and you will be saved. We walked to the "super"market where they're always blasting music of some sort. I am famouys for dancing in the super. It gets a laugh out of the employees and anyone else in the way.
Something amazing happened today...
I tend to act and think like a child, but still, I am a bit older now and have some hair on my chest. But, I actually felt like a kid again when Tita bought me and Paola ice cream, then went next door to the bank to do 'old people things'. Paola and I sat at the heladeria in the shade with our ice creams, licking away without a care in the world. When we finished, Tita returned from 'over there' and we moved on. It was too perfect, folkloric, transcendent, delicious.
I taught Paolo Tai Chi yesterday. It was more of an excersice for me, trying to explain concepts in Spanish such as balance, awareness, the four elements, than the actual Tai Chi. I think she understood and got something positive out of it.
I've been meditating and doing Tai Chi in the garden every morning. Lately, I've gotten some huge mesquito bites. You should see em. They're humongous!
I'll be in church tomorrow, so if you see me, don't hesitate to say hi.
Con amor y un Gallo frio.
(Gallo is the national beer of Guatemala - there's more Gallo than bottled water...don't worry - I'm surviving)
Daveed
Friday, February 5, 2010
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While I am off at the smokey 8ball drinking pitchers of Miller high life and listening to metal heads bully the jukebox, I will be thinking of you in a discoteca in somewhere Guatemala, bailando y cantando, riendo y viviendo and having yourself a time :) More chi y mucho amor!
ReplyDeleteAbrazos y besos
~Michelle