Silverflakes dancing on the ripples of the sea, announcing the new day. Sudden sunbeams burst through palm trees as a trio of pelicans fly on the crest of the waves. We are finally here, once more Wilson and I have come to Playa Paraiso in search of sun, sand, sea, somewhat decent sea food, pot, and mezcal binges, while continuing the never ending hunt for the next half muse or pseudo-Juliette to have casual sex and roman candle romance with.
There are tents right and left, but everyone still seems to be sleeping, and since we just got here we really can't think of nothing else other than a cup of joe and a wicked joint. There were a couple of "Gueros" in the distance, and in this part of the world they only come down for a couple of things, so we decided to go meet them...
Once there it was clear they were not Americans (Continentally speaking).
I said, "Hey guys, how goes it? we just got here and we were wondering if we could bum a joint?"
one of them turned to us and handed me a Hustler mag with a baggie full of weed on it and some Pope John Paul II rolling papers as he said "Zhurrre, wherrre arrgghhe you fromgh?"
"I'm from Mexico City and we live in a small town called Tepoztlan" as Wilson proceeded to roll a masterpiece.
"isn't English awesome?" I said
"I mean, here we are in Mexico, in an uncharted beach, you guys are European, my friend is from Guatemala and we can all communicate just fine, it sure makes the world seem a little bit smaller"
They just looked at me and nodded, which should have been an indication that they were stoned beyond Camelot and I was (as always) talking too much (and since Wilson didn't care to tell me to shut the fuck up I kept on yapping) "almost everybody in Europe speaks English" and again they nodded "- Ya"
"except for the French, they hate it" this time they smiled, and nodded once more "Ya.."
"I think it's preposterous, they should, if any merely just as a cordiality, ultimately it was us (Americans) that went there to kick the Germans out of there while the French hid in the attics with their hands on their asses..."
and at that precise moment their sunny smile changed to a frown and both replied in unison... "We're GERMAN".
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