I don’t recall a quieter or slower Monday evening….it’s as if when the Salvadoreanos left, the air went out of Antigua’s balloon…Pangea, practicing for their soft opening tomorrow night, with linen tablecloths, candles and nice flatware for the outside tables..O-lot quiet, same-o Reilly’s, DaVinci’s? the luscious Claudia took the night off, leaving Luis Miguel to handle the non-existent trade.
This Town!….mid-day, in central park…some bunch of school drummers, pounding away…there’s a stage on the side of the Palace de Capitans Generales…a dance contest!….who in the hell would you expect to see? Carlos Thomas of Dyslexia Book Store, doing some funky moves and just enough to win a soccer ball…Ignacio the Cuban followed him, and then the Maya ball-players set up their stage of pok-ta-pok…incense, music and prayers…this place…never, ever ceases to amaze me…ran into travel agent Alice…lookin’ good, wanted my ring, took hers off…nope…btdt, babe..she of the infectious grin already has the twin(lotta good THAT did)..Matt of Old Town says that Pacaya is open again…maybe, just one more time…’been blanked out twice for going….once for the latest eruption, another time for insufficient paying passengers..either that, or back to the beach for a few days…maybe even some work…right, the four letter word that ends in ‘k’…’haven’t seen Nelson recently…’understand he was headed for the States for a while…Karla included? don’t know…no one to ask…well, there is one person…ah, tomorrow…it isn’t exactly a burning question…Penelope bails on Wednesday for Portland…Antigua just too much of a party town, etc..as I’ve said, reality is for those who can’t handle drugs.Anybody up for dessert?
gotta love strawberries
Our Man in Antigua 
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