flâneur: “from the French masculine noun flâneur—which has the basic meanings of "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", "loafer"… or "a person who walks the city in order to experience it". (wiki.com)
la flâness: sexier, female version of the above.Archive for March 25, 2010
A Vacation from My Vacation: Epic Last Night in San Blas
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“We`ll just disappear for a week!“
That was the idea when I first met Panties here on our Jungle Beach. A Vacation from our vacation. And it turned out to be more than that!
San Blas is so far removed from everywhere else we were; and to get out one would have to take the long and humid busride through the jungle back to Tepic… which is a trek. We were here for the full week – with a lovely feeling of being completely stranded. And as I look back upon it with a memory fogged up with chemical creams and intense heat that made me constantly anxious… it really does seem to me like a hazy little escape.
Our friends and our dinner parties were a bonus. And our last night was an epic goodbye to this strange and magical place!
We all got a little dressed up for the affair (and by all, I mean Panties and I; and by dressed up, I mean we added feathery earings to our normal attire).
Our usual crew showed up, augmented by the neighbor of the house Philo was housesitting… for good measure. He was quite a bit older, but full of stories; he brought along heeps of old photographs from his worldly adventures through the years.
We`d all picked up a selection of things from the market earlier to bring for the party… and we ended up with way too much food! We had maybe six glorious courses of everything from chilli rellanos, to guacamole, salsa and spicy stir-fried shrimp with hard tortillas (mine!)… and much more!
Everything was too spicey (we`d overestimated our integration into true Méxican culture) but oh so delicious. Margaritas, red wine, cerveza, games and horrible TV satellite music fueled the first half of the evening… and we had a blast!
Then – though I`m not entirely sure how`d we`d managed to invite them - a lovely crew showed up to join the evening`s festivities! A lovely blonde, female Berliner, a nice Canadian man with a guitar and a great voice who reminded me of one of my Dad`s friends (and home!)… and a group of incredible Méxican singers from the restaurant in town: WalaWala.
Our music scene was instantly upgraded! We had Led Zeplin and the Eagles (for me, from my fellow Canadian), augmented with Méxican cheers to keep a sense of place… and rounds of traditional Méxican songs compliments of our professionals! It was a great scene… and I even slow danced to one the most romantic Méxican boleres (ballads) I have ever heard. A new favorite. Sabor a Mi (Flavour of Me). A little cheesy… but makes my heart melt!
I havn`t a clue what time we cleared out of there… but it was after another few dance parties, a wacky dance circle (begrudgingly, on my part, to 80`s satellite). We biked it back to Stoner`s by around 4AM… some went to bed, but Idaho, Tas, Blonde German Chici 1, and I headed for the beach.
Just as I was about to pack it in, a bare body of a friend whipped by me with lightening speed! He dove into the ocean without a care in the world and I just couldn`t stop laughing. Then he shrieked out to me something about glowing plankton (I`d only ever seen them in full force in the Beach, the movie with Leonardo DiCaprio)! I haveno idea how he`d known, but I was sold. The others disappeared but I dove right in in my PJs!
The further out you swam the brighter they shined! For hours I dove and splashed with my fun loving friend – though keeping a little bit of distance from his naked self… haha! Every time I stood up in shallower water and touched he material of my shirt or shorts, they would glow with algae! SPARKLE! IT WAS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!
We laughed harder together than I had in a long time and called out hilarious things from across the deserted waters. And I remembered for real why I spend all my money travelling. THIS is the stuff of life. The random special stuff that will let me look back and smile always, and leave this world a glowing and happy person! No question! WHY WOULD I BE ANYWHERE ELSE?
So thank you, Philo, for being such a crazy and observant little nutbag. You made my night!
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(2) to prove that I am still part of your life.
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Tanto tiempo disfrutamos de este amor
For so long we have enjoyed this love
Nuestras almas se acercaron tanto así
our souls got so close
Que yo guardo tu sabor
that I keep your taste (1)
pero tu llevas tambien
but you also carry
sabor a mí
a taste of me
Si negaras mi presencia en tu vivir
If you would deny my presence in your life
bastaría con abrazarte y conversar
it would suffice to embrace you and to talk (2)
Tanta vida yo te di
so much (of my) life I gave to you
que por fuerza tienes ya
that you cannot help but having
sabor a mí
a taste of me
No pretendo ser tu dueño
I am not trying to be your owner
No soy nada, yo no tengo vanidad
I am nothing, I have not vanity
De mi vida, doy lo bueno
Of my life, I give the good (the best)
Soy tan pobre que otra cosa puedo dar?
I am so poor, what else can I give?
Pasarán mas de mil años
A thousand years may pass
muchos más
many more
Yo no se si tenga amor la eternidad
I dont know whether love exist in eternity
Pero alla tal como aquí
But there just as here
en la boca llevaras
in the mouth you will carry
sabor a mí
a taste of me
