new friends for a new year
Boy, still floating in memories of Mexico a week later... (sigh). I listen to Ramon Ayala and los Cadetes de Linares almost non-stop, and my brothers laugh at me saying: She listens to that music and imagines she's still in La Villa.
Because I had a bad incident with my ex-friend-boyfriend, I seem to be recalling the guys I had contact with on this trip. My dancer friend was absolutely hilarious: bailamos? He would do some fancy, crazy moves and made me laugh, excellent dancer. The guy at the bus station, seemed to be such a charming gentleman. We had a promising conversation in the works before we had to be torn away by the departure of my bus at 12.30 in the morning. I lost his phone number... Then, the other dancer at the last dance: a nice guy, decent dancer, a recent engineering graduate from UNAM. Those are rare in my town and adjacent cities. I lost him when I took to dancing with another guy.
Anyways, now I got back to Chicago and have a little more time to think I think about my fracaso with my ex and then some not-so-trivial things like that test & my new project at work. BUT, then I got this little note in my email from un cubano, friend of a friend. I never met him while I was in Cuba. Jamie had threatened to hook us up, but it never happened: we were out & about when he showed up to see us in La Habana. New friends: the iguanita living with us at my house temporarily until my brother takes him back (coyote is very curious about him); and Alex. This is just a perfect remedy for forgetting the trivial bullshit that I need to weed out of my mind.
Because I had a bad incident with my ex-friend-boyfriend, I seem to be recalling the guys I had contact with on this trip. My dancer friend was absolutely hilarious: bailamos? He would do some fancy, crazy moves and made me laugh, excellent dancer. The guy at the bus station, seemed to be such a charming gentleman. We had a promising conversation in the works before we had to be torn away by the departure of my bus at 12.30 in the morning. I lost his phone number... Then, the other dancer at the last dance: a nice guy, decent dancer, a recent engineering graduate from UNAM. Those are rare in my town and adjacent cities. I lost him when I took to dancing with another guy.
Anyways, now I got back to Chicago and have a little more time to think I think about my fracaso with my ex and then some not-so-trivial things like that test & my new project at work. BUT, then I got this little note in my email from un cubano, friend of a friend. I never met him while I was in Cuba. Jamie had threatened to hook us up, but it never happened: we were out & about when he showed up to see us in La Habana. New friends: the iguanita living with us at my house temporarily until my brother takes him back (coyote is very curious about him); and Alex. This is just a perfect remedy for forgetting the trivial bullshit that I need to weed out of my mind.
posted by guiam at 3:17 PM
3 Comments:
i need to post about love, give my rants as well...
remember the poem Alebrije El Corazon? This post reminds me of the terrible beast that love is...
hey, find that number from the man at the bus station, i swear i think i saw the precise moment when cupid shot the arrow.
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