Merry Christmas! I know I was supposed to keep up with a daily log of events. However, I have forgotten that los problemas con la luz and the unavailability of WiFi have hindered my ambitious goal. To keep things light, I will summarize the festivities of these past few days.
Part of the tradition of my trip is to spend the holidays in our native Pueblo y en familia with all 20+ members of the clan. There is a certain agenda to follow as far as discussions are concerned. If talking about politics, we start with ese ladronazo del partido tal se robo to’ los cuartos, a dialogue in economics command a la cosa ta’ mala or ta’ dura, and e’to se ta acabando. What is most interesting, is that in spite of los ladronazos and nos está llevando el mismísimo diablo, somehow the conversation always ends in nos vamos para Punta Cana para esperar el año nuevo.
I’m in a New York State of Mind
There are certain necessities that one must never take for granted: hot water, strong water pressure, good air conditioning, and free WiFi. I had none of the above during my two days in El Pueblo. Somewhere between praying for the toilet to flush entirely and showering by body parts, it dawns on me that no matter how basic of a trip I take in The States, one can be relieved que no se va a pasar trabajo. Did I mention that this lack of amenities was in a hotel that charged USD 90 per night?
I finally get away from everyone and go to Terrenas with a couple of friends. This group of low-maintenance people knows the ins and outs of the bay, including the best place to eat fresh seafood. Of course they are the rare exception who will patronize small chinchorros where other Islanders wouldn’t even condescend to sit and have a beer. For some, the lack of fine linens, crystal stemware and silver flatware is completely unacceptable (not to mention being seen with a couple of nativos). The important question though is, who is buying all the real estate that is so ubiquitously advertised? Y qué sé yo! responded one of my friends as I gulped my ron-coco.
Kiss The Ring Bitch!
I returned from Terrenas con un estropeo when I get call from a good friend insisting that I come over for a drink. Upon my arrival, I think I must have been hit by a sledgehammer when I saw a real live Yankee player sitting in the living room! I will protect the player’s privacy, but trust me when I say that it was the vodka tonic that kept me from screaming like a teenager when The Yankee allowed me to try on THE ring.
It has been quite an interesting couple of days. Enjoy the pictures and start making your New Year’s resolutions list.