What I Did This Morning
I woke up this morning, took a swim in the pond, showered in a water fall, with snow capped mountains towering beyond.
Don’t know what I’m going to do, don’t have much of a plan. I’ll simply put on both shoes, after I play here in the sand!
I’ll take my next step, put one foot in front of the other, move where the good feeling leads, soul passion is my only rudder.
Might I go into future glory? Or head into looming disaster? What on earth shall be my final story, since fated destiny is my only master?
The end for all is the same regardless. Who knows their own conclusion? Its just that I intend to live more, not less, without any distracting illusions.
Took a good swim inside a divine nectar pool this morning, before a mountain waterfall. Made love upon the flat stones until my heart sang, while the emerald parrot made his cheerful call.
Yes, I must repeat myself here again today. Life damn sure is good, and keeps on getting better when our minds are geared into it doing so. At 1200 we taxied out into town, meeting with the Head of Tourism in Guayaquil. Her position is more important and status laden then the mayor himself. She sits at the right hand of the president himself. Most importantly, she was a past student of my wife. She was happy to see both of us, giving us invitations to sit on the formal dock during the famous yearly Parade of Guayaquil, known as Festias Julianus. My bet the origin is from Spain, and dates much farther back in time than the city of Guayaquil itself, but this history is a topic for another blog.
Once we received the invites inside the elegant city hall, we made our way over to the naval meeting building. We walked inside with the city dignitaries in between two lines of uniformed navy men at attention, and in salute. We took our seats inside the reserved sections underneath the shelter by the water. There was the parade of boats, with the military recreating rescue scenes and capturing water born invaders, who drop mysterious packages in hoping to retrieve them later on. I will bet readers can never guess what might have supposedly been inside those packages, with Ecuador’s northern neighbors being who they are, not to mention Peru to the south.
A float of the natural fauna and the revered heroes sailed past. Finally a military gun boat, and several motor boats armed with 50 caliber machine guns mounted on swivels zoomed past, waving at the crowds on dockside. There was also a huge sail boat mounted with guns sailing past. Evidently the Ecuadorian military still uses these, as they are still known to maintain a horse bound Calvary. The general sensation and atmosphere is starkly reminiscent of the 1920’s, far as I am concerned, which is fine by me being of the romanticist philosophic mindset that I am. The parade ended with the chief naval captain being presented the flag of Ecuador, and the Head of Tourism being presented the flag of Guayaquil. It truly was amazing as to how well loved this lady is. Without a doubt, one day in the future she shall have an effigy christened in her eternal memory.
When the official parade ended, the general parade continued on throughout the city of Guayaquil. Make no debate about it, this is a huge event where the entire city formally shuts down, from Saturday through Monday. Making one’s way through town via taxi or bus is a near impossible task to successfully accomplish, as we found out. It took us two hours to find a taxi out to the formal birthday party of a friend’s friend. In the meantime we watched the parade down town. There was a concert, more colorful floats, venders roaming about selling all sorts of great tasting pastries, drinks, cold water bottles, popcorn, and various snack foods. There were trinkets of every type, from native designs on down to the junk from China found all over planet earth these days. Thieves abound during these events, so put all phones away safely, all money in travel belts and front pockets. I felt several hands rub my hip pockets as we passed through the huge swelling crowds, but all they felt was my bandanna. The Mallecon is said to be a huge haunt of the low classes, so bear this in mind when walking about. Covid 19 is still a fear here, but I never even wore a mask unless police ordered me to. If I was going to get it I would have long since had it by now.
Finally our anticipated taxi flashed his lights as we roamed about in the streets of the city. We hopped the cab, riding to a nice community far outside the city of Guayaquil. Here was a dear friend of a friend having a very formal 65 year birthday party. The hors d’ oeuvres were good, being sausages, tortilla chips, and dip sauces of various sorts. Half way through the celebration the host who the party was for, stepped wrong on the two six inch wide, by two inch steps, positioned perfectly in such a way to throw a person face down upon the concrete and marble floors. All over Ecuador, inside and out, one must be careful of such sudden irregular uneven drops in the hard surfaced areas. When the lady collapsed face down she busted the side of her head open on the marble floors and walls. She lay on the floor for fifteen minutes or more, until myself and the only other man present helped her up back onto her feet. She appeared to be dazed the entire evening. No doubt, she will have a good black eye come tomorrow, on into the next several days.
Before we cut the birthday cake every person present had to choose a word dedicated to this lady, named Patricia, then make a spill dedicated to her. My selected word was comfort. I wrote this word in a slip of paper. My spill was that since I had only met her that night, and knew nothing about her, what I did know was that she had a great fall. My inner feeling was that she would need much comfort for the following three days, as a result. My good news was that this situation would change in the end, and that I wished her all the best. I took my slip of paper and taped it to a tree with all the others, since I was last to make my spill to her. I hope I chose my word and spill well.
Finally we cut the huge cake. Everybody took a piece, then washed it down with coffee. The birthday party ended with singing and a benediction prayer. Monica carried the wife and myself back home. The ride through Guayaquil took maybe 40 minutes, so got to see much. Her speed was around 80 km per hour, which is 50 mph. It seemed like 100 mph to me in that crazy driving place, but one must do what one must do wherever they are.
We made it back home around 2300 hrs. The wife and myself sat out on our porch drinking toasts of wine kin our under ware and listening to songs from a party down the road. Finally we crashed around 2400, or midnight.