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arrived in Puerto Escondido at noon, after nearly four hours of travel with the small car of Efigenio. We made several stops in some countries, distributing cartons of cigarettes tends to ¨ ¨, or stores that sell a bit 'of everything, small supermarket, present in all Mexico. This new activity ', to sell cigarettes, Efi is devoting now most of his time trying to acquire the largest number of customers by offering a fast and accurate. For now, the gain on each cue and 'minimum, but will go' slowly increase with the steady increase in sales and soon will have 'a its clientele. Buying cigarettes from a wholesaler in Puerto Escondido, combines this activity 'with the new restaurant that opened for a week along with Marcos. It 's a small shop, next to a hotel that rents of huts surrounding a spacious pool. It is located at the beginning of Zicatela Beach, the beach or more 'big Puetro, about 6 km long, populated by tourists, most Americans, the world's third largest waves and consequently a paradise for surfers from around the world.
Efi Marcos and sell exclusively "misceladas", meaning 'a mixture of: 700 ml of beer, orange juice, hot sauce, salsa English, chili powder with which adorn the rim of the large plastic jug bathed in lime juice. To me, personally, not crazy, but here in Mexico and 'a drink that is the most popular and said to be a good "medicine" after the hangover.
Taking advantage of his frequent travels between Huatulco and Puerto, I decided to go with him and stop there for the weekend and return by bus on Sunday evening. Upon arrival, we realized immediately how he changed the environment than previous weeks. On the edge of the main road that goes back to the center of the city ': an endless row of buses of all classes and sizes, could almost cover the view of the beach to our left. Traffic was heavy and chaotic, the sun beats down on the pavement and people emerging from every corner of the street. We parked the car in front of the store, unloaded a few crates of beer and went to open it. After helping him place the beer in the fridge and have since cleaned up the wooden bar that only a week ago me and Marcos had commissioned a local carpenter, greeted him and walked to the beach.
before walking south in search of a quiet place place where I can and enjoy a little 'sun, I decided to go the other way, to discover what was behind the huge rocks that mark the beginning of Zicatela beach. I knew that I would find another beach on the other hand, the middle of Puerto, frequented almost exclusively by Mexicans only. A couple of km long, crescent-shaped, ends with a ridge where the homes are born of the city '. Passed the small sandy path in the rocks, and I was shocked sbucai other side from what I had before my eyes. I think the beach of Riccione, August 15, we can consider almost deserted by comparison! A disproportionate mass of people huddled on the sand, sun bed color that covered, let me remind the market of Chichicastenango, in Guatemala, where, looking from above, hiding the white tents and stalls the people who were walking around. Under these umbrellas, a small town 'in the shadows had come to life: beds, chairs and plastic tables, beach towels, people lying covered with sand, children running in all directions into and out of the water, set up tables with food and beverages of all kinds, created a chaotic environment. Water, a few meters from the beginning of the sea of \u200b\u200bumbrellas, came hysterical screams of the countless people who visit and happy with every wave, you bump into and then get carried to the shore. All seemed at ease in this chaotic frenzy, I do not know how, but I could relax and have fun and go in a very unique way, in my opinion, their Christmas holidays.
After a short walk among the crowd, almost a bit 'scared, I decided to go back and try a little' peace km along the beach Zicatela. The tracks almost all the way down and it was really a nice walk, which lasted about two hours. I settled in the area where they end beach resorts and the many bars and restaurants on the beach. While there is music in some of these, and many people, however, could find tranquility 'I was looking for, given the great expanse of beach. Bathing was not an easy thing And in reality, 'not very pleasant, because of the height of the waves. Go off by more than 30 meters from the shore, where they crashed, it was almost a suicide. With the water level of the navel, I was transported by currents with a superhuman strength attracted the lifeguards and all the time, with the use of whistles, everyone walks away.
From the sky fell like snowflakes, the paratroopers who hovered with their colorful sails: ten every half hour throughout the afternoon. Most 'experts were approaching the ground at speed' impressive spinning on themselves at the mercy of such a vortex, then brake for the last second and land with almost pinpoint accuracy to a few meters by people lying in the sun. Someone, it really seemed that we were to crash to the ground and personally, I feel a bit 'dangerous to have turned a crowded beach on the runway for the paratroopers. Pero 'like all things, after the initial amazement, I began to not make us almost more' case, but inside I was born a great desire to try again and that 'what was undoubtedly the most' exciting I've ever done in my Via: launch of 3000 meters high in the air and after 20 seconds of pure adrenaline, find the place more 'tranquil, peaceful and charming where I have ever been, the sky. I have no idea what it costs to make a throw, but I am very tempted, and aware that it is really worth, then one of these days I will go 'to inform and perhaps too, I'll be' one of those snowflakes that fall each day on the beach in Puerto Escondido.

The afternoon passed 'rapidly and at about 6 as the sun' to fall and I stood there, watching open-mouthed the show that was about to begin. The increasing number of surfers' disproportionately along the beach and the waves cominciarorono reach heights over 3 meters. I had never seen anything like this in my life, at least not live. Incredibly, the sea horizon was flat and calm and, out of nowhere, about fifty yards from the shore, mountains of water hundreds of feet long, rising towards the sky with an impressive and disproportionate impact on themselves, creating a tube of air and noise can cover any other noise.
Admire the brave, but certainly professional, guys riding those waves, it was really exciting. Each one was different from that which had preceded the first few seconds, and different from what already 'loomed behind him. The seagulls were flying to their plain and ridges in the distance, an orange stripe delimited the border between the ocean and the sky. I waited until nightfall to leave, I returned to the shop where I found Efi intent to prepare those strange cocktails for a group of Americans. He would return to Huatulco at night, but now I decided to stop for the night. I climbed up a taxi and headed towards the center, looking for a hotel. What I had indicated Efi, one of the most 'economical of all, exposing a large sign hung at the reception desk that read "NO TENEMOS ABITACIONES" does not even get off the taxi I had to read it, so' I did bring in a ' Another way in which the taxi driver told me that with a little 'luck I found a place to sleep. As I walked among the people and cross the street all the time trying not to invest, moving from hotel to hotel, in front of me I could only ever have the same sign "NO TENEMOS ABITACIONES. Then, I went into one where I asked for 500 pesos a night (about 25 €), a disproportionate amount for the type of hotel, also for the I was told that I should leave the room before 9 o'clock the next morning, 'cause they had already' another booking. I realized quickly that this was the price charged for all during the weeks of Christmas and New Year. So 'I accepted that amount for a room at the hotel "Central". The room was large, warm and very welcoming. In the small television leaning against a table, you could see only one channel, where the "Renato Zero" Mexican sang his songs loudly. The palette of the bathroom was simply resting on the cup and when I sat on a risked falling into it. After a long shower with which allagai around the bathroom, I went out for dinner.
ate in a restaurant not far from my hotel, but out of reach of American tourists, where prices were so much lower than those of the restaurants on the beach in Zicatela. Inspired by the name, I ordered a cocktail called "Vuelve a la vida (return to life), made with shrimp, octopus, and a spice cipollla like parsley, but 'more taste' strong, all dipped in a sweet sauce tomato, served in a large bowl of ice cream. Second, the classic garlic prawns, a dish which, by now, I'm sure. For those
digest all those delicacies, I decided to walk to the beach and crossed the street parallel to the main beach. Just as was the beach during the day, also made via the pedestrian at night, was packed with people. On both sides, bars, shops, some small disco, night Mexican Puetro Escondido. The mood in Zicatela was rather more 'quiet, I went to call Efi, I leave' to his nephew than twenty years, arrived in the afternoon, the task of managing the small room. We walked along the seafront and in the end we decided to stop and take a drink at a bar on the beach lit by fluorescent tubes of blue light, with wooden tables and chairs with white cushions placed a few meters from the water. Judging
too romantic accommodation near the sea, remains at the counter and made early acquaintance with the bartender. A small girl with dark hair and short, put House music discs of excellent quality ', mixing them with a certain mastery. About two o'clock, I returned to my hotel, I lay on the bed, closed my eyes and began to dream of riding the waves I had seen in the afternoon, over one of them, I fell asleep.

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29/12/1909 12/25/2009 19/12/1909

Today 'Christmas, and yes, and' success, so I wanted to be somewhere else!
I wanted to be at my home in Cuneo, with my family. It 's the first Christmas that I spend away from them. I have imagined them, gathered around the kitchen table, my mother, my father, my brother, my sister and my beloved grandmother. I had not just me, sitting at the head with his back to the window. They were beautiful, happy and smiling, wearing warm clothing and comfortable, the typical stuff''at home''. The table was decorated by thousands of delicious meals, there was' not the place to put a saucer, all space was filled with colorful and tasty dishes, as if they had calculated its exact capacity.
A toast to start, who knows' maybe dedicated to me, and then, via the dance! It was raining outside, the temperature was near zero and the cold condensation forms on the windows of the parlor. Pero 'atmosphere in the house was very hot, relaxed and full of love. Not living in the same city 'of my parents, my brothers and I do not have the chance' to see them very often. For this reason, every opportunity, every day with them, it turns into something memorable: a hug, a kiss, a caress, stay in the heart of each of us forever. I would have paid to be there with them and share those moments, to be able to teleport and spend Christmas together.
But I believe that they know that in reality 'I was there, I was there with my thoughts, my heart.

Here the Christmas atmosphere and 'almost non-existent, when I walk the streets, I seem to be in a town in Liguria in the middle' in August. The large Christmas tree in the central square of Huatulco is not 'enough to make me the feeling of Christmas. I have not seen people invade shops for the ride the last-minute gifts, I have not even seen a person dressed as Santa Claus, not even a crib, not a tree on the balcony, a stocking of the Epiphany, none of this. The warmth of Christmas, here, give it just the days that follow slependido sun since I arrived. The town and 'crowded, but people on holiday, ran away from the cold north of the country.

In return, the party last night at the pub Dublin improvised, and 'was very exciting.
When I arrived, around midnight, there was only a couple in their forties sitting at a table and behind the counter, Guadalupe and Romeo with bored faces. Rodrigo was not there, had taken a night off to spend holidays with his family. I ordered a beer and sat at the counter in the same place where I was sitting on the first night I arrived here almost a month ago. Guadalupe I prepare 'one of the most' good burgers I've ever eaten in my life, so great that it was hard to bite into it. When I finished dinner, I made a game of darts with Romeo and Mark, a young Welsh. It took me a little to understand how to count the points and rules of the game. The game is hard 'almost an hour and finally, thanks to the endless evenings spent playing in the house of' Abetone, after intense and reckless days of snowboarding, I won the game.
distracted and busy in the competition, I noticed that some people had come to the pub and began slowly to fill up. I sat down with Mark, who told me to be a diving instructor and, for 4 years, spends six months of high season here, and the remainder returned to Wales to do odd jobs.
His plan for June 'to not go home, but to go to Canada with his Canadian colleague who assured him a course and a job that rigurda electronics. He says that in just six months will put enough money aside to be able, once back here, perhaps, start a small business' own account, again, as diving instructor.
Arrival 'Scott, the owner to the room. L 'I had met last week, and' a good person, has about 40 years brought much good, to build lean, with short light brown hair and blue eyes. He lives in San Diego, where he owns a company that takes care of organizing international concerts, conferences, events. And we say that 'one to whom the money there, ten years ago he bought the pub and now you take several breaks during the working years to come and check progress, but mostly for fun. This year he also bought a small yacht, along with his Mexican friend, known by everyone as Lana, diving instructor for twenty years. Lana organizes day trips, taking tourists to visit the nine bahie Huatulco, offering food and drink, and anyone who wants it, diving. Luke also works with him, a boy of Milan, who moved here with his wife of six months, both tired of living in Italy. Along with Scott were some of his friends and, later, they entered three pairs of young Mexicans. In less than half an hour the small pub was nearly filled, but the party was not yet fully begun. I went to call Efigenio, knowing that it would close the shop at 2 beers and I invited him for a Christmas toast. When I returned to the room, waiting for Efi and his girlfriend, had come all the patrons of Dublin, including Luke, and his wife, Arianna, another Italian girl who lives here, and all other wool. I think they had just finished dinner and the atmosphere was very lively. They raised the volume of music and began to flow rivers of beer, Scott moved about the room: a large jug in one hand a green cocktail that Romeo had prepared and in the other a handful of straws. Offering everyone a sip of that strange concoction made from alcohol and drink from all over the place followed one another rapidly. Check 'Efi even with his girlfriend and sat at the bar with me. Now I know almost all the participants at the party and went to lend a hand to Gadalupe, whom everyone calls Luputa, or more 'just Lupe, to serve beer and, without realizing it, after an hour I was behind the counter to prepare for cockails Efi my friend and other clients. I was the last to leave, along with Romeo and Lupe, it was 5:00 in the morning. It was a really great party and as Eve Mexican Christmas, I must say that I can not really complain.

Sparrow 'New Year's still here, of course, then I do not know yet what I'll do', this place has something fascinating that struck me deeply, I will have to 'make a decision and perhaps even suffer in dovermene go.

Leaders With Antisocial Personality Disorder

Huatulco, Mexico Huatulco, Mexico Huatulco

I remember very well that night in San Pedro de Atlitan lake. There were a couple of days I noticed a 'sad and thoughtful expression on the face of my friend Fredy. He tried to mask it with his usual smile, but when you love a person and 'easy to understand if you are wrong. I invited him for a walk and we walked into the cool dark night along the little way the center of the country. We arrived to a small wooden pier on the shore of the lake. I lit a cigarette and offered him one. The light of the lighter's Enlightenment ', for a moment, the face, the facial muscles were tense and draw two lines down his cheeks earth tones. Took a long breath and blow 'strong smoke from his mouth as if panting. We support 'with both elbows on the wooden fence wet back leaning forward in his eye and dispersed into space, beyond the cloud of smoke that spread into the air. The lights of the town of San Marco, on the other side of the lake, reflected in the water and shone in the dark night. Her eyes large and dark reflected the landscape, there were two stones of amber wet deep, silent, uneasy, as if waiting to be able to scream, to be able to deflate the tears that for too long could no longer 'to come out.
"What is Fredy. 'Cause you're sad? ¨, I asked him calmly and taking his own position.
" I do not know Matt, I do not really know. I feel that I really want to cry, but 'I can not, but I can not cry' I! I do not know what the hell is going on, and 'for a week I'm so' and actually 'do not know why.' "He answered without turning around.
" Are you worried about the new restaurant? For the money? "
" No, the money had nothing to do, money is not important, I do not have never had and yet I'm still here. Those come and go, and the fact the restaurant does not bother me, somehow we will. After all it is just moving from one place to another. No, I do not know ... "
" So what 'makes you so' sad, you understand, otherwise you'll never solve it. Are you afraid of something? "He turned
'slowly toward me in silence I could hear his breathing and to see my picture in her bright eyes. After a few seconds of thought, spoke again:" The fact' precisely, the fear! I'm not afraid Matthew, do not ever scared in my life, I do not know what the fuck it means to be afraid of something! "
" This' impossible Fredy, but you have to be afraid of something, we all afraid of something. "
" Not me, I swear. I have already 'happened all the colors in my life, you know, I have not had a childhood so easy, but' not me 'never ever be afraid of something. Now I can not 'not to cry. I do not remember the last time I cried, I do not know, I think it happened many years ago, maybe the last one was for the death of my mother. "
was very serious, as I had never seen before. I used to hear him laughing and joking. I saw him always teasing and smiling all the world, but at that moment something very important to him was disturbing and I wanted to know what it was, to try and help.
"Everything 'began after I talked to that old, "she said softly, as if hoping that will not hear it. He wanted to talk, he wanted to unburden himself, to tell someone what was happening, but at the same time that it was doubtful that anyone is able to understand it.
"How old? With whom do you speak? "I asked him to look back at the lake, trying not to press it too much and leaving him free to decide whether or not rispondermio.
He did it after a long pause, while from a distance came the songs of the dogs that barked in the hills lit .
"It 's happened about a month ago, I met by chance on a boat designed to Panachacel. It 'was closer to him, we met and said to me that I should go talk to him at his home in Santiago, the following week. It was an old man, seemed like a good person and was very convincing. "
" And you, did you go? "I asked him to question.
" Of course, the following Sunday. Why 'sorry, you what would you have done in my place? I was curious, I said he had to tell me something very important. I did not know exactly if it was a holy man or somthing like that, I just wanted to hear what he had to say. "
I remained silent, waiting for resumption to speak, I was curious and a little 'excited, I was wondering how he could have an unknown , influenced to make it so 'sad and worried.
I thought that too, even though the person more' skeptical I know, probably yes, I went to hear what he had to say. In life I often that curiosity 'has the best when I have to decide whether or not a new thing.

"did not ask me no money, no nothing, I spent half an hour in that house, but when I came out, something in me had changed."
came back to look in his eyes, shaking from the desire to know him and the leaders' knew that it was too late to back out. He was ready to reveal his secret.
"He told me that I must accomplish a mission, very important, that I have a gift and I use it to fulfill the mission that God wants me to do."
Trying not to let it leak out my scettiscismo tone of voice and facial expression, I asked him
"A mission? And what is it exactly? What should you do?"
The seriousness' stamped on his face made me think that he really believed in us and this thing that had not at all taken lightly, like maybe I would have done in his place.
"I would love to be afraid of Matt, I would be afraid, for once. The fear stop me at least, to convince me not to, but 'I can not, I can not even be afraid of this." The tone of his voice was gentle and resigned, as if, in reality ', within himself already knew' what was his decision.
"Yes, but what to do, what 's your mission? "I said out of curiosity '.
He remained silent, watching the stars shining in the sky, while in his mind the thoughts clashed with each other like waves against the rocks.
rifargli I decided not to demand, or did not want to insist force him to tell me, yes, I did not but wonder what he should do, but at the same time I was pleased with the confidence he placed in me talking about this thing that only he knew his wife Sonia.
"I guess you're worried , 'cause this mission would make a big change in your life. It 's not true? "
" I have to go from here, I have to leave everything, even my family. "This time I answered immediately, without pausing to reflect on his every word and giving a tone of pure sadness.
"He told me what to do but not how to do it, it's me that I have to find out."
"Leaving your family? But what, forever?" I asked worried and imagining the face of his beautiful daughter, Bertha, to whom I was particularly fond.
did not answer, but his silence speaks' for him.
"So, I will not be insistent, but ', what' s the first thing you would do if I decide to go to the bottom of this thing?"
"Walking, he began to walk."
"Walking? But how? Going where? Just walking?"
"Yes, just walk, when walking, something always happens. "
I stood still, looked into his eyes and felt a strong sense of sadness and joy at the same time. I was skeptical, came from a country with different customs and culture, did not even know what was exactly the God had spoken, I did not know what to say, I did not know what to do, maybe I did not understand what was going on inside him and the thing I felt bad 'cause I felt helpless, unable to give any advice. Cosi' I said nothing, but simply showed her my affection and my understanding in a simple and sincere: I embraced the strong, it shook my arms and gave him a pat on the shoulder. That embrace was worth a thousand words of thanks for everything for accepting me in his family for making me eat in his house, for having been a friend for letting me play with his daughters, for making me spend unforgettable moments that will remain forever in my heart for making me feel less homesick for home and everything else, thank you all, thank you, thank you, my friend!

We climbed the stairs to the street reported that, in silence, and returned to pupuseria where Sonia was working, the little rimcorrersi Brenda playing with his dog Kimba and the other daughter sitting at a table chatting with Flory Rocael.

Even today, I wonder what can push a man like Freddy to give up everything he has and if ever one day decide ' to do so.
I have done nothing to help and I have not exposed enough to allow me to give him advice, I could only listen.

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10/12/1909 - Mexico


Sunday morning, and I Efi we left by car to a place 'called Barra de la Cruz. We stopped in the center of Huatulco to buy a pound of fresh shrimp, to be attached to a lobster the day before a friend of his had sold for € 2. But the real reason for the trip, the highlight of the day, it was an armadillo of 10 kg, Efi had booked the restaurant a week in advance. Let me explain 'that armadillos also feed on poisonous animals such as snakes and scorpions, and for this reason, before be able to cook, the animal is subjected to a bowel cleansing for a few days.
After 40 minutes on the main road routes to the south, Salina Cruz, turn right towards the sea and after a few corners, we arrived at the home of Luis. In fact, not 'a real restaurant: Luis and his wife Maria prepare dishes within their large and rustic country house a few miles from the sea. Customers, mostly 'normal and tourists can enjoy the dish of the day, or opt to move directly to the food you want them to be cooked. We sat in the garden, under a wooden roof, and while whet your appetite with "nachios and hot sauce, Toni joined us.
and Tonio ' a longtime friend of Efigenio, playing basketball with boys and attended the same company for several years. It 'a very serious and healthy: no drinking, no smoking and is' addicted to work. This does not detract from the fact that it is very friendly and sociable, they like being together and having fun with friends. He works for a 'major multinational cigarette and Monday' Friday ', along the coast from Salina Cruz to Puerto Escondido store sales by controlling and supervising deliveries. It was he who Efigenio help to detect the activity 'of beer and, together, have a bar above the shop. Often stops to sleep with us, or simply passes to rest and chat.
recent arrivals were: Marcos, accompanied by his daughter of 9 years, the son of 11 and the girl who works as a grain store in the center of Huatulco. He 's been here for only 6 months, has 5 children by three different women, which is not so' rare here in Mexico. E 'origininario of San Cristobal, where he lived most of his family. The 'last of his wives, all of a sudden he left Mexico and moved to Cuba, leaving the two children with whom he lives for the past 10 years. It 's a very active guy, always busy to invent something to do, always looking for odd jobs to get by. It 'a very positive person, who has not had an easy life but has always met head on and without fear.
While the children played in the hammocks, we sat at the table and Maria begin 'a long procession of dishes. The first dish was the "hot iguana", a soup of iguana meat, not skinned and served in a savory broth. Then came the prawns, cooked in a pan with a sauce made of garlic, but that 'not at all hiding the taste of fresh shellfish. As a side dish, blacks beans and white rice, to accompany, tortillias freshly made, still warm and serve wrapped in a cotton cloth. When asked
of chili peppers, Mary did nothing but seize half a dozen from a tree a few meters from us. They were red and very small, just a tiny bit to hear ignite a fire broke out in the mouth and throat. Then, finally, finish 'what we have been waiting for a week, the armadillo! As a stew cooked in a thick red sauce, spicy aromas and scents. The meat and dell'armadillo 'tender and very flavorful, melts in your mouth and comes off the bones with an easy' incredible. Now I was a bit 'skeptical, also because' I had just photographed a more 'small still alive that were in a cage in the back of the house. But when I tasted, I was surprised by the exciting and unique flavor of its kind. To conclude, the lobster, that's just me and Marcos, albeit a bit 'hard work, we were able to eat after that feast lasted almost three hours. How
say in Florence: "We had a grainy, stuff from the asylum."

After lunch, we went to the beach. A long stretch of golden sand, it separates the freshwater lagoon from the ocean on the beach of Barra de la Cruz. We played all afternoon alternating between races, fighting to turn on the water holding us back, bathing in the sea and the lagoon. Maybe we'll have more fun than 'us that children and adults spent an unforgettable day. After sunset, we returned back to the home of Luis and we stopped for dinner. Gustavo armadillo again accompanied by a juicy shrimp soup.
Back home we were all tired, fed up with the bones a bit 'broken, but fully satisfied with the past Sunday with friends.

I'm glad I tried a kitchen so 'exotic and not so easy to find, and even more' I'm happy that I really liked. But the thing that pleased me most 'of all is the fact that he found friends like Efi, Tonio and Marcos. I feel one of them when we're together, they have prejudices or ulterior motives and I feel that I consider a friend.
I know that trusting people can 'be very risky, especially in a foreign country, but' I think that in life, sometimes you have to risk to be able to get something and distrust everybody, if I had not accepted the invitation to settle down in the back of the store, Efi, perhaps I would have already 'gone from here, and I would spend the day alone.


At this time, are on the beach in St. Augustine, 20 miles from Huatulco and 10 km of gravel road from the main road to Puerto Escondido. Iphigenia and 'went to his city' s hometown, the capital of Oaxaca state, will be back 'tomorrow morning. He left me the keys to the store and those of his car. Before he left I did explain the prices of beer and tonight, I will go 'to give a hand to Mateo, but tomorrow I will be' I opened the door.
This beach 'and the wonderful sea and' calm and clear. In the midst of the waters that flow through this bay of 3 km, there are huge rocks that emerge and, off, a small uninhabited island. I'm sitting at a table in a restaurant, no more 'than 5 meters from the water, rub your feet in soft sand, coconut water drink with a straw straight from the fruit, I write and watch the sea.
are in company with me is' Guadalupe, a friend of mine. We met at the pub "Dublin", about a week ago. She works there, along with Rodrigo, the guy from Argentina.
He agreed to accompany me in this remote beach, but I think last night he worked until late at night, because 'now asleep in the hammock. I'm getting hungry and in a moment, when he wakes up, sort 'a plate of shrimp, the same as me and' just passed before his eyes leaving behind a trail of seafood flavors.