It Must Be Spring…
Spring Equinox was last Friday…
Almost every spring (more or less) a pair of doves (I swear they aren’t pigeons) nest on the rafters of my balcony. The female sits around and looks frightened while the male brings individual twigs, one by one, to build the nest. Usually, they lay eggs and sometimes the egg shells will fall on my porch, but eventually they disappear along with the nest because doves are very clean and ecological (very green), and, unlike humans, they clean up after themselves. It’s all incredibly adorable, and I do everything in my power to make them feel at home and not threatened by my human scariness (in their eyes).
Another sign of spring is people being more open to relationships (that will change). Last night Relented Salsero told me that he wants a girlfriend.
“I want love, not just lust,” he said.
What?! It’s like I don’t even know who he is anymore.
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After the salsa club (if you can call it that) closed, Jewish American Salsera was going to give me a ride to my car, but Usually Drunk Salsero and Crazy Faces (he makes great faces while he dances) jumped into the back seat and announced that we were going to Zabumba, a bar, really, that specializes in Cuban food and music. Faced with the relentless social pressure of Latinos, we drove to the Cuban place and danced while men played African drums and sang. The vibe was very happy, as if we had something to celebrate instead of a time change, spring equinox, and the inability to go home at a reasonable hour on a Sunday night.
“We’ve reached new depths in our salsa addiction,” JAS told me.
I think it’s just something in the air. And, I have to say, it was really fun (my favorite activity) and despite their propensity to constantly proposition women, Usually Drunk Salsero and Crazy Faces are really fun. The truth is Latino people know how to have more fun than Americans.
Just for today, I can appreciate that Spring is here.