Continued from last Monday...
I
needed a date to the Prom. Thanks
to the diligence of my wonderful friends a boy was singled out. Poor
guy didn't know what hit him! He was 6 feet tall with black longish
hair, wore jeans & black T-shirts and had a set for seven days a
week. We met and a few weeks later became a couple and then lovers, I
was one month away from turning eighteen.
I loved his mother and we
would go to his house after school and she would cook hamburgers for
us after school. Between that and a roadside restaurant which served
up the greatest burger and fries I would gain a few pounds then have
to starve myself to lose the extra pounds. Been that way all my life
with the yo-yo dieting. We had a great time together but
unfortunately it just didn't work out, but I did make it to my Prom
which we left early. I discovered the Prom wasn't all that great.
It's
funny when you think a part of your life is over as far as your
concerned but he has found me again after thirty some odd years which
totally blew me away. Found my brother Chris also and talked to both
on the phone, not at the same time. It felt like time had stopped rewinding itself. The Internet and Facebook can be
wonderful thing.
Mexico
is the best place in the world. Or one of the best places. My family
and I must have gone at least twenty times maybe more. As an adult
now I know why “one piece of baloney” and “one glass of milk at
night with dinner” etc. was for going on vacations. It would have
been nice to be told this! But again that’s why I insisted on any
kids I had we would communicate. Sometimes loudly but communicating
either way.
Going
through customs at the border you are already getting the feel of
Mexico flavor. We actually had our car stripped once which I watched
with great interest. The border police were looking for contraband.
You drive through dusty streets with vendors in the streets selling
giant powdery treats for a quarter calling out their wares. Little
kids are surrounding you yelling “por favor” with their little
dirty brown hands stretched out pleading for money. I had been warned three things...DON'T DRINK THE WATER...DON'T GIVE CHANGE TO THE LITTLE
BEGGARS...and whatever you do DON'T EAT TACOS from a street vendor it
could be a ~shudder~ dog. Which of course to the teenage lover of
dogs grossed me right out.
I
loved the shops with the smiling vendors; it was like a covered Flea
Market with Mexican shawls, shoes, toys, etc all hanging all around you.
I loved it. I vaguely remember staying in a hotel once and it wasn't
a very good experience with a broken A.C. and the room was filthy.
When we went the next time we had a camper. I loved riding on the top
bunk in that camper. I would always pass out and later when my little
brother Christopher came along when he got older we would ride up
bunk together giggling and laughing.
I
remember meeting a young girl my age and her introducing me to my
first papaya walking along the beach line not being able to speak
each others language but still laughing and smiling. It was so pretty
with blue skies and the water was so warm like bath water. We would
run in and out at will.
Snorkeling
was a lot of fun. I remember one time my cousins came with us and me
and Mark, my cousin, decided to snorkel. It was a gorgeous day with a
blue sky, the warm water, wetting my mask I put the plastic
mouthpiece to breath in my mouth, looking at my cousin doing the
same, we sunk into the water and started swimming wearing the fins my
parents had bought. I loved them pushing me through the water so
much faster than bare feet.
We swam up to a giant coral hill and
started circling it and a bunch of small colorful fish came swimming
by which I thought was just amazing. I went to touch the cool and
felt stinging on my fingers then they started bleeding. My daredevil
cousin made me get out of the water and onto the beach so the blood
wouldn't attract sharks. I sure miss him. That's when my cousin was
alive may he RIP...
...to be continued next Monday
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