Friday, January 21, 2011

My Birthday.. and King for the day


Mike and I arrived to Cali after some last minute mayhem in Bogota.

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went to the salt caves with Mike and Camilo.  Awesome.  From there he took us to this crazy cool club outside of the city called Andres.  Wrote about it before.  Anyway, Mike was on 4 hours of sleep and I was exhausted and we were in the middle of nowhere and couldn’t go back to Adriana’s house because it was too late (that’s where we were couch surfing).  Plus we had all our bags with us because we had to go to the airport super early in the morning.  Camilo was supposed to have a table for us, never happened.  So he found us a table with an old friend of his and he found another table with some high schools friends where he stayed.  When we first sat down, the guys at the table asked if wanted a drink and I politely declined.  So he asked me to be his “guardian angel”.  The night club has guardian angels who you pay $30 and they drive you with your car home.  I agreed in exchange to crash on his couch til 5AM when we had to leave for the airport.  Long story short, Mike got too tired.  The kind of tired that begins to hurt.  They weren’t done partying.  The place closed at 3 and there was no way we were going to make it that long.  So I told Felipe that he will have to pay a real GA to drive him home because we have to leave.  He said.. no no no, we are leaving real soon.  Problem 1: never believe someone who is drunk, especially when they say “soon” and make no move to leave or change positions.  Problem 2: don’t get caught in the middle of nowhere with no way out.  SO we stayed.  About 2 hours later we had enough.  We told him, at around 1AM that it was time to go.  After 30 minutes of doing who knows what he was finally ready. 

ok.. basically.. January 17th I dragged Mike with me to one of the best salsa schools.  And, he was excited to go.  We ended up taking 3 classes in one day with the best professors. ago i Cali is the salsa capital of the WORLD! i was taking classes in the morning at this school and when i asked where i can go out dancing.. the woman who runs the school snapped her fingers and 4 of her professors came running in.. and she said.. you will go with them!  They will take care of you.

and we did.. and they did.  they were the best dancers at this club.. the only club open on mondays and where all the best dancers gather every week.. and they made us dance to EVERY song.. at around midnight too.. this place, filled with 4-500 people started giving shout-outs to people.. and then they mentioned the foreighners… MIKE AND JESSICA.. and everyone looked at us immediately because we were the only GRINGOS there and started cheering! It was awesome!  we were there until 2AM, closing time in Cali.. so that was the first 2 hours of my birthday..

then i tool a 10 hour bus ride across Colombia and was in such bliss and peace looking at this scenery.. it was like i was in a discovery channel movie.  By the way, my seat was #18

anyway.. I called victor when i got there and he said.. WAIT THERe, IM COMING..  10 minutes later he pulls up (remember, im also with my friend Mike) and i open the car door and he is wearing a silly, cardboard birthday cap and has balloons and streamers in his ENTIRE car and he shouts HAPP Y BIRTHDAY and gives both me and Mike a hat!! it was AWESOME!

then... he takes us back to the house and first we pass by the big sports center.. so we run in and watch underwater hockey.. it was amazing.. men and women competing in a massive pool.  everyone is wearing goggles and scuba gear and everytime they need to breathe they come up for air and then dive right back down to try to get the puck in their corner!

then we get back to the apartment, we shower and head to hear live salsa music at one of the only bumping clubs on a tuesday night.. we parked the car in spot #18 it was packed and victor wouldnt let me sit down for a minute.  it was so much fun.. after about an hour we drop mike back at the house and me and victor go for a 2 hour car ride chasing the moon.  we drive all around the city to find a nice, sweet little spot and finally end up giving up because whenevre we find something, it seems as though the moon has moved.. no jokE!  And well.. the last time the cops chased us away.

then he takes me to the Love Motel..  mind you, i asked him to go because i have heard SO MUCH ABOUT IT!! and i preferenced it with.. but we wont have sex...  basically, here in Colombia, kids live at home til they get married.. and parents and society do not want them making out in a dirty discotech or on the street so they built Love Motels all over the city (and country).  But this isn’t like a sick and gross place.  They are AMAZING and BEAUTIFUL.. and I begged him and he laughed and said.. of course! So he paid for us to get in and we get room 103.  Well, he opened the door and my mouth dropped.. it was super big, black and white tiles, a HUGE bed on the right hand side, a “love” couch and “Sex” chair on the left and in the back right hand corner this amazingly big and round Jacuzzi with shower.  It was equipped with towels, soap, music, and of course.. strobe lighting.  And people go there for hours at a time or just for one quickie.  It was super clean and very exotic.  We spent like an hour in the Jacuzzi just hanging out and laughing and he asked me if I will come back to Colombia.. I said it seems very likely but I will go to cali.. and he told me since I came to visit him here.. he will come to cali to visit me!  No no, im not his girlfriend nor am I going to fall head over heels for him.. don’t know him long enough and well.. don’t have the energy right now..  J  (ok.. I lied a bit.. I did totally fall head over heels for him.. what to do?!)  you all know the drill.

We had an amazing time and laughed pratically the whole night til we fell asleep.  He woke me up at 5:15, drove me home, took the piece of cake he bought for me out of his bag which we never got to, hopped in the shower and left for work!

I felt so incredibly special and loved the ENTIRE day!

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