Yesterday I went to Tepic with a friend who just beginning to know and a girl I knew from the moment we set off in his car prowling the Nayarit coast. Leaving from Puerto Vallarta on a sunny day and calm. From my window dancing reflections blue and palm trees while my ears were flooded with music that Ivan and Mayra hummed relentlessly. I love those trips that are born almost nothing because there is no expectation to perform, you just let go and now, as should be the life: with the only expectation that you are going to have your best no matter what pass.
Almost reaching San Blas, we passed a village where I ate a snow of a typical fruit from the region they call jackfruit. "It is aphrodisiac," I said, but what the joke, I thought, the sea and all we are all aphrodisiacs with the heat inside and out right? In short, it was a delicious soft snow like all others, with a very peculiar saborcito I felt like buying a quart. So, like those moments in life where you do not risk a lot and we measure and when one remembers, he realizes it was a wonderfully unique moment, as the snow. God knows how long they have to go try it again.
Then came the discussion. Ivan and I wanted to go through San Blas, I taught by Mana song that egg wanted to go to see if I was the crazy woman who was waiting for her love to join him and demand to do now Maná reloaded version where says another crazy he joined the crazy waiting for the supposed love of their lives; at least that or she would be alone with her love and the sea, would also be with me, putting together the sound of our own loneliness while crabs and I would freak hair untangled. I do not know why Ivan would go to San Blas, but the point is that Mayra was tired of San Blas and would not come. He said no we would lose nothing, that fucking ugly town and quay all fallen not what I do not know how the joke is that she did not understand I had to ask several things at the mad, some survival tips . And she was the owner of the car because we spent a grinding postponing my appointment with the crazy who knows when.
same happened when we reached a place where we would take a boat ride to see crocodiles up close, just like my dad made us used to ask when we had children's circus: "Just outside, just for being." Yes, we told my brothers and me, "Come to the circus!" And we "SIIIII", but the very ungrateful to him taking us out, without getting off the car and gave him two laps to let us go retache home!, without entering, depriving the spectacle of the goat that crossed a beam three feet high. I think that is my biggest trauma of childhood. Well so did we Mayra, just took us to tell us that the ride was pretty good, that crocodiles spend their sharp teeth so close to the boat we could feel his breath and do not know how many wonders I also had to be postponed to who knows how long later. "I'm too lazy", he said, "We must get to Tepic. Ivan and I wanted to drown between the green water and offer it in sacrifice to a hungry crocodile. Well, at least was the image that crossed my mind at that moment.
So, we went through the jungle of palm trees fringe blatantly arrogant, green hills and full of life and a peaceful sea bottom that matched with the sky as the reflection that they are from each other. We talked a while, then remained silent, then they chatted, then I talked with Ivan, then with Mayra, then maybe everyone was talking to himself, who know them, I do like all the time. We
a beach that seemed to have been ripped from a movie of shipwrecks and mermaids. She was so beautiful that I felt like I was born there and that there had left behind my childhood. Completely calm waters surrounded by green cerritos, Cancunesca sand on the Riviera Nayarit, with the white in all its glory. Wanted to go swimming but also felt that he preferred to swim from comfort of my mind. Yes, swimming at the beach with who knows how many hours of road ahead would be a nightmare stuck in the sand up to the occiput, so I admire her beauty imbued in it. Sometimes, I reflected, we face circumstances in life where one should do just that: take pure mental action, enjoy the beauty without getting tangled between his legs. Good advice for those who already have a wife or husband, right? Hehe. Well, actually what I mean is that sometimes we get caught in the action so we do not leave time for contemplation. And is delicious to contemplate. While swimming Mayra got Ivan and I were commenting on how cheap it alone was eating there. We ate like kings and queens, succulent seafood cooked by skilled and coastal for the modest sum of fifty pesos the dish, in Puerto Vallarta think even the gum Canels are so cheap. But there, in the midst of Eden, the food was almost like manna falling from the sky and we were happy with a bucket of Corona that also cost 50 pesos. Who would have thought that happiness can be so cheap?
At that moment, while engulfing the orange-flavored delicacy and saw my two traveling companions, I had a strange feeling. What book would have written that I would be there with these two characters just that day? There far left my family, my friends, my environment and suddenly, in a fit of craziness I left and now was there sharing that moment with two people he barely knew. I was sure they were people who would bring something important in my life. Ivan, for example, received us at his house when we arrived at Puerto Vallarta without having somewhere to stay, after having slept on the beach we go to sleep in his comfortable King Size. Of course it is something that I will thank you forever. I knew it was a key person in the story is touching me play in this world.
I want to make it clear that a city Tepic is incredibly beautiful and white as my grandmother told me it was and very clean. So clean that it was difficult to find nightlife. In that reminded me Matehuala, dead at night. Its very peculiar places, its buildings, its picturesque surroundings took the observer who lives in me in an instant. The people are friendly and many of these people told me 'there goes so and so "thinking of an acquaintance who lived in Matehuala and had nothing to do with Tepic, but so were my family.
The Presidency building had a clock that looked like a time machine because he looked through the evening sky that seemed of a future distant promise. I tell you, I can not put poetry in things that nobody notices.
Then we bought a snow was actually a time machine. Snow was a plum in a delicious and crunchy wafer, test it immediately, but I was traveling back in time. In a licking his thick consistency and sweet me back to childhood. I became a kid again. I do not remember ever having tasted a plum snow, so I do not know why I sent the children, but I did child. I went back to being the chubby Adal who ran in the huge backyard of my house scaring opossums and placing dry ice between plants to imagine that it was snowing at Christmas. So I returned and became a child again And when the snow was just me taste memories. Corroborated that my inner child is more alive than ever.
Already in the hotel room I hit a nostalgia attack dog that brought me some tears. And I had vowed that after that night in Acapulco had me drying my eyes. Plum did not know my tears, knew at a distance and closeness. Suddenly I wanted to go home, but I knew it was not a plausible option.
And we went to the fair at night. It was as fair as that of Matehuala because the place where we walked was very similar, or perhaps it was that brought tangled up longing eyes. The joke is that we were in a place where we had dinner while watching a transvestite show Laura Leon and a guy who imitated Frank Sinatra and so handsome that brought a great hit, but Ivan and I concluded that it was more woman than his own impersonator Laura.
Back to Puerto Vallarta ate pozole in Compostela. The crunch of the toast and lettuce between the white broth and half-day morning becoming knew it was time to let nostalgia to become promises: the promise that the I was going to happen as best you can no matter what happens.
And it was. And so it is.
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