Morning,
We're at Auntie's house cutting up & just acting a fool. The family especially my new cousins "Marisol,Imilia & Mercedes". These little ladies were my protectors in Tumaco. We (all 15 of us) went down the block to visit "Grandfather". Grandfather had pulled me to the side earlier in the trip to give me his "instructions" & his blessings for our marriage. The posse, then headed to yet another relative's house, whose was also a baker. Mmmmm, the aroma of fresh baked bread fills the street. Uncle Milton gives me & Stivalis bear hugs & pulls us over to a table where there are 10 other men sitting. As the intro's are going on, I whisper to Stivalis, more cousins right? Yup, more cousins. Uncle Milton then request that Stivalis & Marisol bring the men some cups & ice. I'm trying my hardest not to explode with laughter. The way Uncle requested the cups & ice are from the "Old School" Colombian way. I get up & offer to help, but I'm grabbed by my arms by Uncle Milton & another male cousin. The women will take care of that Howard. You are a guess in my house! I can feel the heat from Stivalis, even though I was 10 feet away. My lady was heated to say the least. She was a trooper, she returned with Marisol, along with the cups & ice. Stivalis kept mumbling "Flintstones & Caveman in English, knowing dayyuum well, that know of the men understood..LOL! Uncle Milton broke out the Rum & some bottles of that sweet liquour. And the conversations started up again about plan Colombia & how drug usage is a problem in the U.S. & Europe & not in Colombia.
One thing about these folks in Tumaco, they love their music....LOUD!!!
It's not uncommon, atleast in this bario for folks to blast their music. We started with Salsa & Menrenque to substanciate the rumors that I could dance...LOL! I gave a few of my cousins some cd's that I brought with me. They ate up the hip-hop & R&B. As we're dancing on the porch, other kids are starting to dance to the american music. Then the parade of local ladies from 16 to 36 started. This was all to funny too me. Stivalis wasn't crazy about the women walking up. The female cousins were doing a fine job of BLOCKING these women from me! I grab Stivalis around her waist, she returns my move & marks her territory by planting a fat one, on yours truly. I whisper in her ear...you know, I'm being used as bait, right? Look how your male cousins & their friends scooping up these ladies as they walk by 4 & 5 times. Howard, why do watch people around you soo much. I tell her it's for good & bad reasons, that I like to be aware of who & what is happening around me.
The impromtu party was a blast, but it's time to get horizontal. After a ton of hugs & kisses, we make our way to the Casa del Sol. The route home is about 95% the same as if we were going to the Hotel la Red. We pass through a residental district, dotted with a couple of home-made discos & restaurants. We pass by this ahem...one club where I spot a couple of the Americans from the del Sol. The name of this ahem...club, is called the "Happy Nest". The neon sign was self explanatory! Nothing more needs to be said about this err...club. We finally arrive at the del Sol. We go through our nightly Tumaco ritual of spraying each other with insecticide & rubbing anti-blood sucker soap on each other. I don't know about the rest of you, but we had a little difficulty being romantic at nites with bugs biting the S*** out of us...Not Funny!!!!
The following morning, we tally up our bites from the nite before & prepare for breakfast & the beach. Stivalis wants to return to civilization "Cali" ASAP. So she heads to the front desk to use the phone, to contact Satena airlines. My baby wants outta here (Tumaco) in the worst way. She comes back with a long face. The flights are full, we have to stay two more nights....Groan!!!! There, there my Queen, we're gonna be alright. We tried to cut this trip short by three days! As we get ready for breakfast, Stivalis mentioned that there was a black pilot (Alfred) from the U.S. who tried to rap to her in the dinning room. OH REALLY??? I said in an exaggerated tone. Stivalis said, she told him we've been married for 4 years & we were here on vacation. Dayyuum baby, when you really want to blow a clown off, you don't play do you? As we entered the dinning room the Americans & Colombians switched from Spanish to English. If only they knew...LOL!!! They weren't talking about anything special. This officer is smart, that officer is stupid & the normal testosterone chatter. We exchange greetings and proceed to eat. Only one out of the 10 Americans we saw, wouldn't return or initiate a greeting. 10:37 sharp we heard about 5 minutes of gun fire that was followed by 6 to 8 helicopters flying over head. These copters ususally returned 60 to 90 minutes later, land, do some target practice, rest & then take off again for their afternoon adventure.....
More later....
Peace....Howard
