En oh yeah, that memory came. With a little music in the ears I was walking past a car, but I didn´t bother to look much at the people in it. At such moments the moment is enough. I heard someone from the distant of the inside of the car saying ´Bon Nochi´ and ´kumbai?´, the local way to great each other. But as mentioned before, I just left it with a short ´bon, kumbai?´, and strolled on towards the slowly dying sun.
A good hundred meters further anyhow, a car came up from behind and a window was lowered. More alerted now I checked who where the passengers; a man behind the steer, in the front seat a girl, and behind her another girl. The man started a conversation about what I was doing on the island, where I was working, etc. After a while he introduced the girls to me, at first the one in the front seat. She was quite small, had a piercing trough her nose but altogether looked quite cute. She could just speak a little bit English, furthermore Spanish. Under the pressure of the moment I couldn't make myself clear in my starting Spanish (commooo..uuuh... esta?), whereafter the girl in the back lowered the window and introduced herself. And I'm sure that at the moment, bending slightly over to the car, the blood shot trough my cheeks. This was, taste or no taste, an unbelievable beautiful girl. Both Venezualan, she quite tall (a bit shorter than I am), a perfect figure, brown intense eyes. Honestly, this is no matter of taste. She IS a goddess.
Anyway, as more often the case in these kind of situations, my slick talk dropped just as hard way behind the mountain as the sun did, and the conversation ended after some more words. They promised to come by in Lobster soon, and I strolled along to my work, cursing myself for all the openings I missed the few moments ago. All good, some days went by, sometimes remembering the moment as beautiful, other times reffering to it as just a silly thing.
Until yesterday! Walking back to home, I came by there apartment again, and oh yeah baby, there she was. The goddess. She greeted me with a Bon Dia, and we had a nice conversation. Just coming back from some banking stuff, my mind was logic enough to keep the conversation going without paying too much attention to her beauty. 'Cause damn, she can play in a clip of Ne-Yo, Pharrell, whatever... Still enough to my senses I got her phone number and we agreed to do something in the night.
Coming home I had a heavy mind. This change was to good to be true, but in a few days I had to rent a new place, and I had only some tens left to spend in the night.. and that's not much, if you know a cab already costs 20 single-way. Digging trough my big suitcase on the look for left guilders or dollars, I scraped enough together for some drinks. After I called around to find out the place-to-be the night, I payed her a call to confirm the date. And word to word, around 9 I walked, as cool as I could, the hundred meters to her home.
She opening the door, I almost turned around immediately to go home and pull my blankets far, far over myself. This was not true. Scenarios flashed trough my mind; a joke, a set-up, a robbery. Because she was wearing. And wearing only as the stylish woman in the world can do, the Italians, Venezuelans, Beyonces. She was wearing a tight black mini-dress, with a zipper in the front. Around her hips a gold-colored chain was jingling, to emphasize her perfect figure. Oh come on, I thought. Come on. I stood there, in my worn-off brown leather shoes that hadn't seen shoe polish since I left Holland, marked with white stripes from the salt of the streets of Toronto. Above that I was wearing a grey corduroy material pair of jeans, which at the knees where almost trough. Above it a white shirt that was too large for me. Come on.
But hey, sometimes you just have to forget yourself and concentrate on the moment. I greeted her as if I was wearing custom made Prada jeans, with three kisses, and a hug. So far so good. So FAR, so good. After it she tells her 'little' sister is coming along, and oh yeah, there is the other girl coming. Dressed in a tough way with sneakers and a jeans skirt, she walked up to me and greeted me in the same way. Except, the last kiss on the mouth. Whatever. I was in it anyway.
Now I was walking there with 2 of the most beautiful girls. Sisters. Venezuelan. And oh, I was glad with my trainings at Streetwise. Just blabbing away, I tried to figure out the positions in the group we had. At first taking them to Lobster to show them off to my manager Ramon, we took a cab after to go to the club Bermuda, a hot new thing here. For the first round of drinks I kept my breath for the pina coladas and strawberry daiquiris, but what shows my surprise... they don't drink. Just a watter was enough. They dance, they don't drink. They bought drinks for me.
Having a great night, wherein I learned to dance the Meringue with the oldest, and with the youngest just danced away on every song, I found they are smart, they think, and yes of course, they use there beauty, but also do know how far they want to go. When normally out with a girl, I still keep my eyes open for other girls. Hey, I'm a guy. Not last night. I was with the most beautiful woman from the entire club. The three of us just danced away and laughed.
Today my schedule made me work in the morning at Lobster, to go after that to 't Klooster, job # 2. Being quite at Lobster, I walked home early, and had a couple of hours before the next shift. Coming home I'm getting a call from the oldest, 'she saw me walking by and wants to take a dip in the pool with me'. Whatever, that's cool! So the three of us to the pool, swimming and laughing, after which she drops me off at my other work. Holy shit eh.
The oldest one is called Marysol, 28, has a degree in Bussiness and Management, and has lived in several countries for a couple of years, including NY, USA. She is the goddess.
The youngest one is Jana, 20 years, and busy with anthropology, still in Venezuela. She's cute and jumping.
Now this night, doubt is coming. I learned to listen to that feeling inside, and it says this is just too good to be true. They are to nice, too easy. I'm not ugly, are nice to talk to, but hey, I'm not this good. Anyway I'll see what happens. Money they can't get from me, I'm broke. I won't do drugs and will watch out for things involving that. Different cultures maybe.
Tomorrow I'm going to a beach with them. It will be perfect again.
Photos are coming soon, you will understand my clumsiness around them :)
