welcome to spring break -- or Semana Santa -- as they say down here.
Here goes. One of La Flaca's friends from high school decided to get married the first Saturday of Semana Santa, so we went to Bucaramanga [that isn't a typo, there really is a city down here called Bucaramanga (pronounced boo-ka-ra-MAN-ga, really.)] Anyway, we went to Bucaramanga for the wedding, in a van, with a couple of La Flaca's friends and a bunch of people neither of us knew, and a drugged up cat in a diaper. Yes.
So, here's the best explanation I can give for this girl bringing this cat on an overnight trip of six hundred miles or so that just happened to take fourteen hours, give or take: her sister is pregnant. That's the explanation I got.
"So," I asked. "Why are you bringing a cat on a six-hundred mile overnight trip in a van with fourteen other people?"
"My sister is pregnant."
"Okay then."
I know not to ask too much more than this, as Colombia is a place people believe some weird shit. Example 1: La flaca will not take a shower after eating. Why, you ask? She doesn't want to have a heart attack. Hmmmmm. She's 24 and weighs like 90 pounds.
Example 2: My maid will not iron clothes after taking a shower. Why, you ask? Doing so will destroy her bones. Hmmmmm. I don't know how to respond to that. usually I say "Ok."
So, the cat couldn't be left at home because the girl has a pregnant sister.
The trip was long, painfully uncomfortable and cold (the van had serious-ass A/C) and I never want to make this trip again.
But we got there safely, even though cat-diaper girl had no idea where we were going in Bucaramanga and got us repeatedly lost. Eventually the driver got pretty pissed at her and yelled at her a bit. By the way, did I mention cat-diaper girl is FROM Bucaramanga and she was trying to get her uncle's house, where she had been a million and a half times. Personally, I think she was sampling el gato's medicine on the trip.
