Well, it all started on a...I think it was monday...I had been saving some money to go to my dad's for a while and finally I got the chance, it was about a year ago, He lived in Montezuma back in those days so I took the bus and the ferry to get there...a 8 hour trip...everything gets better once that you have a "chocoleta".
It's amazing how lazy we are...there were ten persons on the row, still a guy got really upset because I didn't want to give him a space, you gotta be kinding me man...there are three guys behind me, that was upsetting, he wasn't going to lose his seat or anything.
I got the ferry, there's where the "chocoleta" comes in, oh mighty "chocoleta" all that coldness in just one stick could frozen up the heat of a thousand suns...finally I got to Montezuma, about noon even when Montezuma is still a small town, it is really...well...colourful, it's the meeting place of a bunch of hippies of all over the world, I met german, italian, argertinian, brittish, north american, african and even a guy from Norway...who plays the trumpet...it was kind of funny, I can't imagine a viking playing a trumpet...it sounds cliche, but was the first thing that I thought when he told me where he was from.
I got some friends over there, so as soon as they could, they took me to the Montezuma waterfalls, three waterfalls in the same river, we got to the first one(the one which was more far from the entry of the place, then we started going down, there was a point when you had to decide between a huge wall of stone or walking about a kilometer, well I decided to have a go on the wall...bad idea, it wasn't completely vertical, in fact I used as a giant sled...but...well...it was noticed that I wasn't used to it, I didn't turned to jelly, still...I did some stupid things that I prefer not to talk about, finally I got home, which reminds me the viking trumpetist, behind the house I was staying( it belonged to a friend of my father...my father is one of the hippies who lives there from the very start of the town, so he knows almost everyone in the town)well, that house was surrounded by bars, so...there was ska music every night, thanks God I kind of like ska or I wouldn't have peace on those nights.
One day, I went to an art exposition in the middle of the beach, where I got rejected by some blues players...screw them, but i tasted the best fresh tune of all my life, and a "chifrijo" that I'll never forget, I really had a great time around the fire, talking about perspectives and other artistic stuff, we chatted almost all night until sunrise, about life, death and other things related as you may imagine almost everyone was on drugs, I wasn't...I'm one of those who is always high.
I had two great weeks over there then I came back to a funeral of my friend's mother on sunday and highschool on monday, that's a really big change in life's pace.
Hope you had enjoyed reading this and I mean it, I wasn't high.
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