Farewell

So I haven't written in a while. That's because this week was the last week for two very special people and I've been trying to spend as much time with them as possible. Well, they're gone, so now I don't have much to do, so I guess I'll have the time to write on the blog. However, because they're gone then I won't have much to write about... I'll come up with something.

Anyway, I wanted to dedicate this blog entry to my best friend (who happened to leave yesterday, in case you skipped that part on the previous paragraph or if you fell asleep reading that paragraph). That'll be Ercole, who was my best friend since we were both 5 years old. He hasn't featured much in this blog (nor in the previous) because he usually doesn't do stupid things like the rest of us do (namely Tiny). All I've written about him is how he likes to invest in the future, I believe.

It was no secret that Erc liked driving faster than most people. That's how he could get from El Parral to Sambil in two minutes. Even so, he never managed to properly crash. The question is, did he cause any crashes? Not that I know of, but then, that wouldn't be something you'd brag about... well... Anyway, his motto was "screw normal drivers" as he once said while rushing past this guy at a very high speed in the street (definitely faster than the speed limit*).

Then there's his unawareness. He's a brilliant guy, but he sometimes tends to overthink things (as he himself has said). Also, he tends to sometimes drift into his own world, which at times can be dangerous. For example, he was making sure he had all his documentation ready for the bank when he went on one of his latter days here in Valencia and because he was looking through the papers and all (while walking, this is) he bumped into a lamp post. Just like a cartoon. To top it all up, there was the guy that's supposed to be looking over the cars who was staring at him but didn't bother to warn him. It's a good thing Erc left without tipping him.

On Friday I was invited by his grandmother to lunch. I was going to have my final plate of the famous "pasta de la nonna." It was delicious, as usual. I swear, if she were to start her own business selling pasta she'd be rich. Nothing else compares. Anyway, she's picking up some ice from the bowl with the ice tonge (you know, the two hands that close down... don't know the proper name) when all of a sudden the ice slips away and jumps towards me. What happens? It falls right into my glass. What are the odds? I considered it a favour so I thanked her for putting ice on my Coke. On another similar story, a long long time ago (probably 3 years ago or so) I was outside on the porch with Erc and his grandmother came out with a glass on her hand, and as one thing led the the next she dropped the glass. We all expected it to shatter, but when we saw the glass was in one piece. The shocking part, though, was that the glass had chipped the floor tile. That's what you call a durable glass.

Farewell, my friend. Take care over there in Philly and I look forward to seeing you in Christmas, "matey."


Rod has also left for Canada, but you guys already know him almost as well as I do (through the blog). Although I don't know how he'll stand that cold (he gets cold going to the movies in Sambil...), I'm sure he'll hold up. We look forward to seeing pictures of him being pulled by dogs in his sled with some nuns. His last words to me "batir puñeta para ti!" making fun of Tiny for one last time.

Musica Ligera!

*not that there is a speed limit in the streets of Valencia (or anywhere in Venezuela)... but if there was, he would've been over it