When I got to the shoreline, I realized I didn’t have my ear plugs. I left my surfboard with one of the beach photographers and ran back up the hill. I quickly snagged my plugs, grabbed a banana, and made my way back out of the hotel. It was 8:30am. The sky was cloudy and overcast. A hard rain had fallen all night. I closed the heavy iron gate to the entrance, turned around, looked directly across the street, and there she was. In platform double suede, yeah there she was.
Me: Didn’t I see you yesterday while I was?.?.?.. Her: You were playing Ping Pong Me: Yes I was. What’s your name? Her: Victoria Me: Where are you from Vicky? Her: Greece Me: How long are you here for? Her: Tonight is my last night. Me: Should we make it a special last night? Her: Sure. Where are you from? Me: I live here. Her: What are you doing here? Me: I’m a new artist Her: What were you doing before you became a new artist? Me: I wore The #10 for the Rebels Her: I don’t understand Me: It’s complicated. I will explain later. Her: OK. So where are you staying? Me: (I point up the hill) I’m in charge of Agua Azul. Her: Wow! Like the manager In Charge? Me: That’s right. Her: I don’t believe I caught your name Me: I’m Charles. Her: Hope to see you later Chachi Me: Yo tambien.
Just When You Thought