Thinking about the perfect place, I imagined a cabana on the beach. Today I looked around for an hotel to move to. First I had to search out Antonio one more time. I went to his beach shop. It was closed, my heart sank a little, time to give my my search. Was walking away and someone called to me, It was Antonio. We chatted and he told me of some places to check. I walked around, it was really hot. At the end of town, near the new pier, a place called Tradewinds Hotel. It consisted of colorful cabanas on the beach. It is referred to by the locals as “JBirds Place”, is owned by a lady named Janice. She offered me a cabana for $450.00 for the remaining 2 weeks, (actually 16 days). That’s less than $225.00 a week. I did check a few other places but nothing compared. Was due to move tomorrow. Felt a sense of relief, to have than all settled.
That night I had dinner with Antonio, looked forward to with anticipation. We went to the Purple Space Monkey, a really nice restaurant. We had shrimp pasta. It was beautifully served. He stuck his bare fingers into the sauce, grabbed a shrimp, and attacked it like a hungry pirate, Arrrrr! Throughout dinner his table manners were getting worse, I couldn’t even look at him. After eating, I got out my computer, he wanted to look up Rastaman stuff, as I helped. At first it was fun to see his delight finding information. then he started reading to me some of the “propaganda” as I saw it. for the back struggle, Malcome X (for voilence to solve the problem) is more revered than Martin Luthter King ( for non violence). Antonio told me that the “gays” had killed Malcome X. The “gays” were responsible for most of the problems in the world. I told him my theory of people that are radical homophobic, they are gay themselves. He took offense to that. He said that gay was a choice, of which I do not agree. I asked “just how many gay people do you know”, he said with pride “none”.
The romance was over before it began.
He walked me back to my cabana, expecting to stay. Told him I was tired, would see him later. Realizing he still had one foot in the jungle. Alas, the fantasy is so much better than the reality.