Ah...
...I am home and I am eating a turkey sandwich. And THEN...I’m having an ice cream cone. That should be nice. I have to pack yet, I hate that. But, it’s a necessary evil if you want to travel. So, what the heck. I love to travel...don’t you? Once, in the 80’s I dated a Jordanian man, at least I think he was from Jordan...about 92% sure. Anyway, he was from the Mid-East somewhere. I thought about him today after that conversation about "Not Without my Daughter".
He spoke Arabic, I am pretty sure he did anyway. I spoke some Spanish and he had been in Brazil for 25 years so was quite proficient in Portuguese. We couldn’t communicate verbally very well, but we got the job done. He worked in some capacity for either Brazilian or Jordanian intelligence. I was never quite clear on which country he worked for or if I did know, I’ve forgotten.
I lived in Virginia at the time and I would occasionally travel to D.C. with him. Nothing ever happened, he treated me with what I perceived to be the utmost of respect. But, I must add, when we drove to D.C., he scared the hell out of me. He want far to fast and didn’t maintain a “middle of the road” mentality. I told him in my broken Spanish to let me drive or let me out. He said that, “In South America, we have road you can go 200 MPH’s on.“ I was never impressed with that thought. I ended up doing most of the driving.
Anyway, it was no big surprise when he eventually asked me to go Sao Paulo with him and of course I jumped at the chance. We had a nice time there for a few days and then we went to Rio and at about this time, I was considering giving it up to him. When he realized that “it” was going to happen, he became all visceral and I felt almost attacked. I extricated myself from that situation (I’ve done that a few times, have you ladies? Or gentlemen for that matter? Am I odd for doing that? If something just seems wrong, off/over/off, whatever. You are out of there. I don't know if all men from the meiddle east are so animalistic like that, but I never tried to find out, that was too wierd.
Anyway, we get to Rio and one night we had been out dancing and drinking and I was a little whimsical and unpredictable so I thought...”South America? Coca Beans? Cocaine? Hhmmm.”
So, I was just drunk enough to justify that, I was in another country so I wasn’t breaking any laws...I know it was stupid, but it happened.
So, I say to this guy, “Hey do you know anyone who has “drugas”? His response scared the hell out of me.
He shouted, “DRUGAS? I KEEL PEOPLE WHO DO DRUGAS!”
“Oh, I was just curious.”
Talk about a buzz kill.
So, how did I get on that? I have to get my ice cream cone...BRB...Ooh, that was a good ice cream cone.
While I was eating it, I got a phone call and it took forever so I have to go pack now, I am way behind schedule.
See ya!!!
Meg
...I am home and I am eating a turkey sandwich. And THEN...I’m having an ice cream cone. That should be nice. I have to pack yet, I hate that. But, it’s a necessary evil if you want to travel. So, what the heck. I love to travel...don’t you? Once, in the 80’s I dated a Jordanian man, at least I think he was from Jordan...about 92% sure. Anyway, he was from the Mid-East somewhere. I thought about him today after that conversation about "Not Without my Daughter".
He spoke Arabic, I am pretty sure he did anyway. I spoke some Spanish and he had been in Brazil for 25 years so was quite proficient in Portuguese. We couldn’t communicate verbally very well, but we got the job done. He worked in some capacity for either Brazilian or Jordanian intelligence. I was never quite clear on which country he worked for or if I did know, I’ve forgotten.
I lived in Virginia at the time and I would occasionally travel to D.C. with him. Nothing ever happened, he treated me with what I perceived to be the utmost of respect. But, I must add, when we drove to D.C., he scared the hell out of me. He want far to fast and didn’t maintain a “middle of the road” mentality. I told him in my broken Spanish to let me drive or let me out. He said that, “In South America, we have road you can go 200 MPH’s on.“ I was never impressed with that thought. I ended up doing most of the driving.
Anyway, it was no big surprise when he eventually asked me to go Sao Paulo with him and of course I jumped at the chance. We had a nice time there for a few days and then we went to Rio and at about this time, I was considering giving it up to him. When he realized that “it” was going to happen, he became all visceral and I felt almost attacked. I extricated myself from that situation (I’ve done that a few times, have you ladies? Or gentlemen for that matter? Am I odd for doing that? If something just seems wrong, off/over/off, whatever. You are out of there. I don't know if all men from the meiddle east are so animalistic like that, but I never tried to find out, that was too wierd.
Anyway, we get to Rio and one night we had been out dancing and drinking and I was a little whimsical and unpredictable so I thought...”South America? Coca Beans? Cocaine? Hhmmm.”
So, I was just drunk enough to justify that, I was in another country so I wasn’t breaking any laws...I know it was stupid, but it happened.
So, I say to this guy, “Hey do you know anyone who has “drugas”? His response scared the hell out of me.
He shouted, “DRUGAS? I KEEL PEOPLE WHO DO DRUGAS!”
“Oh, I was just curious.”
Talk about a buzz kill.
So, how did I get on that? I have to get my ice cream cone...BRB...Ooh, that was a good ice cream cone.
While I was eating it, I got a phone call and it took forever so I have to go pack now, I am way behind schedule.
See ya!!!
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 10:30 PM
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