Long Time Coming... But Here is Part 3

After several hours of discussion, all of which in forms of gestures, botched Spanish, some English and more bad Spanish, we opted to head to a club I will refer to as ¨The Reefer¨.

The decision started innocently enough. We´d spent quite a bit of time at El Barrio and were ready for a change. While walking to the club, it seemed that on each corner, sat or stood, mindless drifters in a state of total confusion. Barbara and I joked of each of the individuals states. And I, personally humored by the sight of each of the peoples drug induced states, thought that would be the only time on this trip I´d see such sights.

Our entrance into the club was interrupted by Barbara's need for the bathroom. As the club was small, I opted to wait in the hallway until she was through in the Bano. Her minute in the restroom, felt more like a decade of waiting. While patiently awaiting her return, at least three people walked past me to access the upstairs. They would then re-emerge in state of disarray and then several seconds later, repeat the same actions all over again- This probably happened about 4 times before Barbara re-entered the scene. Smiling and oblivious of the situation -or at least ignorantly assuming she oblivious- she motioned to the steps and we started up the dark path to a scene that would compare to that of a 70´s late night trippin bash.