After being in the house of Jota's grandparents for less than five minutes, I had been served a massive plate of traditional food of Barranquilla, Colombia. Furthermore, there were numerous side dishes to complement my main course --(fried yucca, platanos, salad, soup, fresh juice and coca-cola). The quantity of food sitting on the table implied that Jota's grandparents had the same idea -- except their time table was limited to 48 hours. I glanced around the room and realized that all eyes were on me.
Perfect...right?
Then it hits me. If I mess this meeting up I will forever taint the image of my best friend and the United States. I realize that the gaze has not shifted away from me. I pick up my fork and pray to the gods that I will like the food on my plate. Props to the chef -- I didn't have to pretend to love the food. Right away I assured Jota's grandparents, his great aunt, his Mom and cousin that the food was outstanding. Which quickly put everyone at ease and saved me from being chopped liver. After trying to put a decent dent in all of the foods on the table I realized that the next couple days were going to be filled with eating, trying to understand Jota's grandfather and practicing my Spanish.
It was a successful couple of days. I got to see where my best friend's boyfriend had grown up. I also went to the ice cream parlor that Gabriel Garcia Marquez wrote about in Love In the Time of Cholera and had the traditional ice cream of Barranquilla. Furthermore, Jota's grandfather was the the biggest hoot. He would go off on tangents about US politics and what my opinions were; however, I would only catch about half the conversation before I was completely lost with his train of thought. Then he would proceed to say how I didn't understand a lick of Spanish, which I found to be rather entertaining. I am starting to comprehend some parts of the language. I think a lot of people still think I am completely lost like a few weeks ago, but not as often (I don't want people to know that I know what they are saying). Because let me tell you it's the best way to find out people's deepest and darkest secrets. Just learn another language.
Peace and Love,
Megan
PS -- When I got back to Cartagena, Lani informed me that she was the first girlfriend that Jota's family liked. Thankfully, she didn't tell me that before I left. Lani and Jota are doing well. And la familia de Consuegra was thoroughly entertained for those 48 hours.
Megan,
ReplyDeleteGlad all went well with the familia. Sounds like a hoot. I just love how in every culture, food and breaking bread together is so very important in the getting to know you process. I will be planning a trip to Columbia in the not too distant future. You have convinced me in your posts that it is a place I must experience. Nick loved it as well.
Have fun lovely Meg.
Keep posting,
Catherine
La Gorda is also a statue of a naked woman in a prominent square in Cartagena by the famous Colombian artist Botero.
ReplyDelete