F.C. III

(Read FC I and II first)

..... I was telling her more details about it the next morning while she was brushing her teeth. I was standing at the bathroom door, and turned on the light in the room. When I did this, the bulb ejected itself from the ceiling fixture, hit me on the shoulder and exploded on the floor at my feet, leaving me standing bare foot and bare assed surrounded by shards. But unharmed, and still happy. CT swept enough glass off me and out of the way so I could get to my shoes, and together we cleaned up the rest of the mess.

The rest of the day was leisurely hanging out in the town, reading on the beach, punctuated by a couple of siestas. Carolina, one of the women who works at Puma, actually baked me a birthday cake. It was chocolate, filled with dulche de leche of course, and dusted with powdered sugar. Sarah and I went out for dinner at El Regional, a restaruant in town that specializes in local foods. She had trutas (trout), and I had javalin (wild boar) both in delicious sauces. Then back to Puma around midnight for a final birthday fiesta, where our friends gathered and we had the cake with champagne. It was a marvelous day.