Mr. Willard appeared gaunt and pale face wearing a long robe and thin as a hospital. "Hello? This was a five-diamond hotel, not a hospital, I thought. He carried his wife's hand and sat him in our living room as she entered the computer room to send an email to their children. The man stared at me with glassy eyes and yellow as if charged with a weight between consciousness and back. I asked if he felt well and I offered him water.
- I'm fine. "I said, smiling gratefully. "It's just that I just had a prostate surgery. Are you easily impressed? Would you endure if I show you something?
Just grab enough air to say that I am very impressionable and could not bear to see anything related to his prostate surgery, blood and injuries when, without waiting for my answer he got up he was wearing his robe and showed me an inflated plastic bag with yellow urine, connected to his stomach with a probe that ended in the skin through a patch bleeding. I shuddered as a worm to which they throw salt and regaining my composure I tried to deploy an idiotic smile that made her laugh to Mr. Willard.
- Oops! Sorry "I said smiling and beat down immediately.
- Okay, do not worry. "I told him I need the dizzy half glass of water I offered myself. I must confess I can not stand anything that has to do with blood and other waste, if you just pick up my dog \u200b\u200bpoop makes me dizzy.
- prostate This operation is prohibited in the United States, not carried out by how dangerous it is, I think we still have no instructions to do so. So the Americans with this disease have to come to Mexico to perform this operation.
- What! Huh? "I said trying to get their probe on my mind - I never would have imagined besides beaches, low costs tourism and labor, we offered them also the kind of benefits. "I told him and Mr. Willard laughed.
- How sweet you are! "I said, I think honestly and without sarcasm.
- Well and also corroborated that you Americans will never take great risks, for that we are the rest of the world.
- course! We have no instructions for it!
began to discuss how the Yankees need a tutorial for everything. We Mexicans can open a TV, connect it and run it, the Americans require the instruction. Do not do anything without instructions. Want to specify them all at the bottom of the letter and Mr. Willard gave me the reason. for birth and death to require instructive. When the Americans arrived at the hotel, required instruction for all: to connect to the Internet, to turn on the TV, to open the window and watch the sunset from the room. Is it permissible? Is it legal? How does one's Mexico truck stop? What are the water bottles that can be used without getting diarrhea? What are the most recommended restaurants? Which side the beach is cooler? What are the steps to eat a taco? What are the hours recommended to visit the center? So, ALL they have to say how, otherwise, they are lost. Unlike the American or even European guests that were hung from the internet signal without prompting-or-pay, getting the cable signal without a technician, found a way of not paying some of the amenities and entering and leaving the hour that they beat the gifted want without bothering about whether it was permissible or whether it was safe or not.
So we spent talking at length while Mrs. Willard had told them the children that dad had gotten out of the forbidden and clandestine operations at home and would spend two weeks in paradise while recovering Vallarta . When he left the computer room seemed surprised that Mr. Willard spoke very lively surprised the political campaign of a certain Barack Obama until she appeared on the Internet with a force that would envy any of the Kennedys. "I bet it will be the first black president of the United States."
- Jason! "I scolded the woman.
- Come, woman! "Said Mr. Willard. "In Mexico also make the operation of the prostate is not so bad to tell blacks to blacks, the gringos pendejos, wet to wet.
- And we have no instructions for it! Man cried and laughed so much that it hurt your operation.
From that day, Mr. Willard came to my workplace to find me and chat me. He kept it there, I said, while lounging in a chair and began to argue with me about various issues. I think he thought I had things to do, but I could be rude to plant it there when I said he could not be in the pool or beach because the sun hurt her, to be in your room watching TV it was very boring and was not so mean as to allow his wife to stay locked up care and improve sent on tour with her eldest daughter to know Puerto Vallarta or to see if he had put whale whales. He was also quite flattering that so many options he had, talk to me was the best, as if I were so important.
I also enjoyed the talk of Mr. Willard provided they do not teach me his bag again inflamed yellowish urine we used to wander from one topic and other television, politics, society, spirituality, health, relationships, religions.
was precisely the theme of love that I liked, coming from a person who had almost fifty years of apparently happy marriage told me.
- Why seemingly happy? Not happy, Mr Willard? They are both very happy!
"That's why there are so many divorces, child. Nobody gets married to be happy! Only fools get married to be happy, then why are divorce or a maid. "I avoided the stone bends to pick a USB memory I jumped out of hand. "If one comes to marriage wanting to be happy, that's the first sign of failure.
- Come on, Mr. Willard! Now it is masochistic and not only that, it implies that we must all be masochists. So why do people marry? For what purpose?
- That's the first misconception of marriage, child. Getting married is not a goal. That's what I want to sell the companies that sell Valentine's Day chocolates and roses Hollywood films that will inflate the bag to Jennifer Anniston and Brad Pitt and themselves and are divorced right? But that you want to sell to people: marriage as a symbol of wholeness and happiness.
- Find penpal!
- When we do not actually or by segment.
- then?
- then? Well, marriage fulfills many needs: company, to perpetuate the species, give mutual pleasure to have someone to go to the dinners, who will listen, who will cry, who will kick your mistakes and who makes you commit other errors worst of which I avoided. Realize, have someone bring you to Mexico to doing surgery of the prostate. But it's not any kind of lifeline. When you marry, if you do, do it with that in mind. The other person is not going to solve none of your puzzles.
- What does? Nothing!
- Exactly! Only now there are many ideas floating around on the environment perfectly. People do not search for content, just packaging. Do you realize? Women looking for clones of Leonardo DiCaprio, men clones of Britney Spears. Looking for intelligence, good treatment, health, property, sexual and emotional satisfaction. Winners and winners. Women and men of the world. Women who know fashion while cooking and good parenting, men they know about finances and emotions while, but they must have arms wide and very large penises. In conclusion: no more illusions. Will you really think that's what makes you happy?
- ideas of love. "I said trying to digest so much information.
- Very absurd ideas. So now you see more divorces. No one is satisfied if the package is not complete and looking at the same time as the possibilities grow as a fan over the Internet. A catalog of beautiful pictures and people seemingly perfect. The bad news is that the package is never complete, where did they get that?
- So what is the role of love in a relationship? How did you made to last many years with his wife? Where is the secret?
- In follow and understand the other's solitude. You can not expect to climb your loneliness to someone or steal yours, only you can offer company and respect. Between the company and loneliness comes a plethora of things you like and things and you do not juggle them whenever there is a commitment. But as I said, now people no longer feel committed. So many people prefer to march between looking for something that will never find. And you know? It's nice to know a person for so long to see change and see change you with it, go through all the stages and the final look around and know that person is there. Maybe sometimes want to strangle her with a pillow or put your head in boiling water. But it's nice to continue to understand and stay abreast of other's solitude.
- Go! At age I do not think that I have to celebrate fifty years of marriage to someone!
- That's another misunderstanding, measuring a relationship over time. Sometimes relationships are not measured by time or by the time they are together. It's like trying to ask how big a piece of yarn.
- Why?
- Yes, son. For example, I consider you my friend. We have a friendship and only have days to meet. Probably never see you again. But we agree. And I think you're my best friend at this point in my life. How do you measure a relationship? Most people expect that if you're friends with someone on the phone call three times a day, gave him things, tell her compliments and make the stop when he gets into trouble over many years, you know "have known school "stuff. We measure everything. It is wrong to say I'm as friend on equivalence to what I have done for you or what you've done for me. What nonsense! Love and friendship are things that can not be measured or compared with anything or against anything. It's like if you could measure freedom or slavery. How free are you today? Are you more free than me? Stand up and say, "today I woke up freer than yesterday" or "Today I bought fifty kilos of freedom." Can tell how many gallons of water a day you take or how many kilos of bread you eat a week, but you can not measure freedom, love or friendship. I know people who live in the prison that is freer than me. He gets up in the morning, scratching eggs and says "one more day in prison" and lived the day knowing that you will eat and sleep. I can not sleep because I know tomorrow I have to fulfill a commitment to bring bread to his mouth. It's all so relative. But people While still committed to stereotype such sacred things as love and friendship, freedom and joy with stupid cards and crying songs, cheesy movies and the idea of \u200b\u200bsoul mate.
We spent two weeks throwing shawl. Came and visited me and we talked of everything and sometimes nothing special. My "best friend" came to vegetate in one chair and one day, when it came to nursing home stay, arrived with his wife carrying a bottle of fine European wine which I can not remember the name.
- bought this bottle to celebrate our fifty years of marriage in Puerto Vallarta with my wife. Between probes and pads and even the open and chose to give it to you in thanks for making my stay so enjoyable. This wine is very good, I hope you enjoy a special occasion. It's been a pleasure to meet you, friend.
- Thank you, sir ...! He hesitated when he put his face of "poor you tell me Mr. Willard, you bastard" ... "Thank you, my friend.
time waiting in my closet until it was a very special occasion: the birthday of a dear friend who soon won my heart and brotherhood: Jany. He came to Puerto Vallarta Vacation "After having lived with me a few months. Went to buy pizza-face and we lay down the bottle of wine that taste so delicious unable to be measured, and could never measure how much I love my real friends and my love of truth, real or imaginary.
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