The Menu of Life:
By me.
Lemon green: it’s a kind of a magic issue for me. Almost all the time when something lemon green coloured appears in my life, it means that something is going to be OK or better than that. I love that color!
Well, this Wednesday night wasn’t the exception. When I had decided to put my green shoes on I couldn’t preview the funny evening that I would enjoy/was about to enjoy with good friends.
Maybe because of that or because my Irish teacher asked me to, I’ve started my blog in English today. It could be nice, right? At least, it will be helpful to improve my English.
Well, the real truth is that night was funny, interesting and magic. Unforgettable “just because”, like the Americans used to say.
You know, it’s always an amazing exercise to share with people, who you think you had already known well, in other different scenarios. I mean: with some alcohol in the blood, some people became innocent, honest and childish; without rules or worries.
‘Our party ride’ started at 9:20 p.m.
After English class, the teacher Siobhan, a lawyer called Jesua, Diego, the computer scientist, the architect Alvaro and I decided to eat some pizza because of Jesua’s birthday, but then, Alvaro said: “Pizza again? Why don’t we change the place?,” They had been there the previous Wednesday.
Then, Alvaro explained to us that there was a kind of electronic night at the Lebanese restaurant called Lubnan and finally we changed plans. Instead of pizza, we decided to go there.
On the way
The first funny thing of the night was Siobhan’s laughs at Jesua’s car. We’re still wondering what happened there, but it sounds exciting. Really, it was incredible to hear the laughs from across the street. “Did you hear it?,” Alvaro asked Diego, car to car.
I was in Diego’s car. Meanwhile I said to Diego that Jesua has a great sense of humor. “He is hilarious,” I said.
We were at Lubnan almost at 10 p.m. “Do you want to know your future?”, some guy at the entrance asked me.
“I already know my future will be great not because I’m a arrogant selfish person but because I love my life and people and I think I deserve it,” I thought.
The meeting began looking at the menu and talking about the food: strange and delicious. I realise that I have been thinking about my Lebanese friend Odette Sarofin since then. She lived here in Costa Rica. I will write her.
FOCUS, Alejandra!!!
Well, that night Diego was the first one with the ‘food decisions’. He decided to try the humus, this … made with. It was great, by the way. Truly, it was the first time in my life that I tried some humus covered with tomatoes pieces.
Jesua, the lawyer, who was celebrating his birthday, was the next one. That was his first time in this restaurant and obviously, he asked for almost all of the meals trying to choose the best one.
“What’s this? And .. what’s that?,” he asked. “It is ‘rush’?, Does it have meat?,” he added.
“That is uncooked (or “raw”), you already know that?, right?,” asked I.
I asked him if he had ever tried the Falafel. “It’s a kind of an Arabic Pupusa”, I simplified. He smiled and ordered that.
I was the third one to order, but for me,it was so easy to choose. I just love the Fatush salad with chicken. It’s amazing and that night was also a kind of ‘challenge’ for me.
I have to recognize that when I went there I was feeling really scared because, the time before that I ate Fatush (at the same place) I got a terrible allergic reaction and I almost died.
At that moment my friends took me to the San Juan de Dios Hospital, the nearest one, and the doctors were so worried about my health. I had to spend all that night and the day after (?) at the hospital.
Well, I don’t have suicidal feelings but now I have been feeling very well and I thought that it was pretty fine to me to eat Fatush again. And I was right. That feels great. My health is fine again. Yippee!!!
It’s amazing how can we enjoy things and activities when we think we can lose them. I have to keep an eye out for that.
Teacher Siobhan was opposite me and didn’t order anything because she had already eaten pizza.
Finally, Alvaro ordered a meal with lamb. I’m not sure of the name of the meal but it looked fine to me and there were no complaints from him.
When we were waiting for the meals, the talk started. One topic ran into another one so many times.
We talked about travelling across Europe. Alvaro said that he loves Spain, Barcelona to be more specific. He also commented that he loves to plan almost everything when he travels.
“I think you are the kind of traveler that spends a lot of money on food. Am I right?”, I asked to him.
He agreed and explained me that he loves to have a formal meal just to taste the typical food of each place that he has been to. “I also love to go to museums and that kind of thing”, said he.
When I was listening to him, I thought “To me, he seems like a good partner to go on a trip with. I have to remember that. Maybe he doesn’t have any problems with my fascination with museums, because in this way, we are quite similar. But instead of Dalí I prefer Van Gogh but maybe just because I’ve never been to Barcelona. Could be, right?”.
When we were talking about Spain, Siobhan asked us about a nice and good Spanish restaurant in Costa Rica. Jesua answered that frequently he eats Spanish food at home because his mother is from Spain. “I’m not sure of restaurants”, he added.
Spain, Europe and wines are almost synonyms for us and that’s why we also talked about those ‘grape juices’.
It was evident: Alvaro has a passion for wine or at least a tremendous curiosity about it. I feel I can identify with him about this, that’s why I know.
He and Siobhan talked about the types of bottles and the temperatures and those issues.
Diego had been silent, just eating peaceful. But then, all of us were surprised when he said “A double Baileys for me, please!”. “I have never heard that: a double Baileys?”, I thought.
Then, Diego talked about a Whiskey ‘cata’ when he got almost drunk for drinking so many different brands of whiskey.
When the food came to the table the conversation had changed. The waiter had a crazy red hat on all night long and seemed like a monkey cartoon to me. The whole night I was looking around for the monkey!!! Maybe I’m not as good a girl that I had expected to be. What a pity!
I don’t know what the guys were talking about but Siobhan and I talked about Corcovado: our marvelous National Park. This is a natural jewel of the world plenty of jaguars, turtles, butterflies, monkeys (four species) and also millions of snakes
I was there two years ago and I just still love it. After Coco’s Island I’m sure it is the most beautiful place that I’ve ever visited/been to.
We finished the glorious food and went into the crowded bar.
Electronic-tquila shot!
The place had plenty of people: all kinds of them. We were standing because there wasn`t any place to sit. But it was fine.
I went to the restroom and, when I was queuing, some guy asked me to marry him. It was weird, but funny. He said he loved my green shoes…
“Jajaja! Yeah, of course!!!”, I responded. “I love them too”.
When I returned with the rest of my friends I almost fainted, when I saw a stupid Blondie around there. I’m not a jealous person or anything like that, but she had a terrible taste in clothes and they was so disgusting. She looked like a bitch and also behaved like one… It was so sad.
No more comments about her. If someone wants to know anymore they could ask Jesua. He was very interested in the ‘lanscape’ of the ‘place’
Maybe Alvaro was interested too but I didn’t catch him looking at the girl. Actually, he said that this kind of ‘look’ doesn’t appeal to him and then, said something about female hands. I think he was saying that he used to look at the hands of a woman before anything else. How weird! I mean, I had thought that it was (looking at hands) a female issue not a male one.
Diego didn’t see the bitch Blondie because he had left before. He was terrified about which one of the two guys (there were left) could give me a ride back home. “Are you sure you want to go with them”, he asked me.
Siobhan bought me a mojito. It was delicious. During the night Alvaro gave me and Jesua two tequilas each. The first was one at 1 a. m. and the other one, at 1:48 p. m.
When I asked “Why that?” Alvaro said that he wanted me to get drunk.
“Why? I’m the same all the time. No one has ever seen me drunk because I don’t want to”, I said.
I was very conscious the whole night because I was working for this report, you know?
Cheers! Alcohol has risen up.
I couldn´t believe it. “Actually all of them dance pretty well: Siobhan, Jesua and Alvaro”. Do they know how to dance salsa and meringue? It will be great to find some new dancers partners...
Then we started talking about going to the beach on New Year´s. I don’t remember how but then I asked Alvaro if we would spend a night together there. “What?, Is it a kind of proposition?”, he pointed out very suspiciously.
Jaja! Read it carefully… I was talking about a night on the beach with the entire English group at Priscilla’s beach house.
“I afraid this is not what you think. For trios I have my violin, sweetie. All or nothing”, I just thought but I didn’t say a word. It was just a funny misunderstanding.
At 2 a.m. the bar almost closed and finally we were sitting at a table talking in Spanglish.
“Like Albert Eistein had said: “If you are looking for different results, don’t do just the same things,” I remember that I said.
“Real happiness depends on the ability to celebrate the little victories. Don’t you think?”, I added.
Jesua was quiet and also ‘cute’. Tequila went into his blood. I was worried about him.
Siobhan agreed with me about my definition of ‘happiness’ and also about Jesua’s state.
We all left the place at 2:23 a. m. and Alvaro was the one who gave me a ride back home.
At 3 a. m. I returned to my place and went to bed. Two minutes after, I received Jesua and Alvaro´s text messages and I felt relieved.
“I’m fine, at home. We have to come back soon”, wrote me Jesua.
“At home. Good Night ;)”, wrote Alvaro.
How come? Something that had started like a peaceful pizza night ended at 3 a. m. with some tequilas, mojitos, beers and jokes inside.
In the end I was thinking about life, love, dreams but I’m not sure exactly why. Maybe because the talk had given me food for thought.
“It’s hard to flee from fun! But I have to sleep to recharge my batteries and go to work. Can it be any better? I’m on vacation and I don’t have to work tomorrow!!!”, I realised that and it was so much fun then.
I put my green shoes beside my bed.