Against all odds we find a place in the grand hotel Cumana, a tavern at 3 stars ... but with that Francisco was too expensive. "Ok, but has room for all four!", "Yes but it costs" average pole falls noche "(" half a million "that would be more or less 70 € for 4 persons)", "Ok, however, that alternatives have ?, "" Let's go look for other places "...
Ok (in everything Francisco's aunt and sister had offered us hospitality ... but my aunt has a house as small as about his sister (who turned out to be 3) will meet tomorrow for the first time ... it's a long story ... soon we get there).
21.30 ... back on the waterfront where there are hotels that seem to be the upstream hilton mario ... now we understand the type of cars that pass that is not monitored by surveillance within our reach, but the average pole ... We also find another hotel, inconspicuous sign, we will get you through a narrow path between two boundary walls 5 meters high ... We opened a gate, Hola pana! (Hello Friend) ... ... ... hours is a good hotel with many small cells diligently cars parked in front of each door ... is not the place for us. Supervision very cordial and friendly with Francisco and the girl in the car in front of us, a little 'more curious when we me and Nabil, who knows who will have thought. Back to
GrandHotel, but France is not convinced yet, despite that we have proposed with Nabil smezzare in different proportions ... We have so much pain that the vigilante of the hotel, sitting just outside the door, call us and prompts us to go to a street in the center of Cumana, where there are lots of choices, all in a row.
obey thanking the little muchacho's attachment to work, and resume the search at 22. The last row of 4 hotels in a room, costa di meno e ci permette di non andare a disturbare i parenti di F. sparsi per Cumaná… e poi di fronte c’é una pizzería abastanza allettante…
Ci fiondiamo dentro per dare i nomi e tutto il resto e il portiere si fionda ad accoglierci…solo che lui, come molti venezuelani, soffre di quella malattia che porta il battito cardiaco a rallentare e rallentare e r a l l e n t a r e e r a l l e t a r e ... inducendo lo stesso ritmo a tutte le altre azioni corporee… a volte anche mentali…
Riusciamo a prendere possesso della camera, io e Nabil stanza con due letti a castello, e io sono felicissimo. Per ottenere un materasso comodo, ma davvero comodo, scopro, la mattina dopo, di aver dormito esattamente nel centro di un tifone... nel flusso dell’aria condizionata accesa di notte… Ma sono sopravvissuto (anche se la mattina avevo, perdónate la licenza poetica, dei batoliti nel naso e negli occhi… … buongiorno!!...)
Scendiamo di corsa anelando la pizza, ma ovviamente la pizzería é chiusa… ci dicono di andare piú avanti di un paio di isolati lungo la strada, l’altra pizzería rimane aperta un po’ di piú… Noi allora, benedicendo la sveltezza del portiere, riusciamo ad arrivare all’altra pizzería, che pare essere il punto da cui é partita l’epidemia della malattia di cui vi parlavo prima. Alle 23.30 circa riusciamo ad ottenere our only mega pizza (yes, the pizzaeria was closing, a better pizza that great American tradition ... 4 small). I ask Francisco what it had been obliged to wear, and he responde: "Everything" ... and I bless the American tradition ...
We walk to the hotel for dinner, because the pizza we have kindly shut the door, when we discover that the hotel is closed and the concierge can not see anyone, we do not have phone numbers, and there are no telephones ... The blessings are wasted tonight ...
wait, we scream, we find there some cars waiting to enter the garage, say they have a reservation but even the car park is closed ... wait, scream, and begin to manngiare pizza ... proporcionalmente nervousness grows with the drought ... good pizza with "everything" ... when you check the goalie who apologizes saying that he had not heard (mortacci) Meanwhile, the outside ... I feel that there are other people who should come ... he made a surprised face (the whole hotel is full), I tell him that the reservation, the face becomes startled terrified, embarrassed, smiling ... the door closes the door behind us and fall within the sly ... I do not think we were the only ones to bless this evening ...
Tip: do not book hotels in Venezuela, Cumana ... or at least to the final conquest
bed, his stomach full of coca cola ... and all mixed with the air conditioning shot waiting for me a good rest ...
the morning we wake up and there quietly arrange for go to sea. But before we go to meet the sisters Francisco. The breakfast is a tradition not just wake up here, I still hear "everything" that I back up and caffettino there would be nothing wrong.
Then, the biological dad of F. is a conservative ... and following the tradition has spread to Venezuela a bit 'of children with different women. F., once grown up, he realized that beyond the grievances, maintaining contact with people is a good thing (of course, about the grievances, you can not suffer from the lack of a parent ... and therein lies the skill of the remaining parent, or the low sensitivity of the subject ...) then in 24 years decided to meet these sisters who were lucky enough to have the father present (occasionally) at home with them so far.
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