I am shocked...but not too much....considering the recent events that have happened the last few days..I am really not that surprised.
She then ask if she can call her dad. I told her to go ahead. Olga shakes her head visibly upset. "He is crying!!!" she tells me. Olga trys to calm her father down but he hangs up the phone on her.
" I need to call my mother to see if she can send money for his medication" she says.
My immediately thought was that she was probably asking me indirectly for money. However...she had treated me like s$#t for the past few days. I was not about to volunteer a d@#* thing!! I also had small reservations on whether all this was even true.
She tried to call her mother but had no luck. She got off the phone and walked over to the TV cabinet where the hotel has the snacks and candies.
She spotted her favorite chocolate. The one she enjoyed so much the first few days together in the hotel room. Her face lit up with a 300 watt smile!!!! She was now very happy.
"Can I please have this?" she said with the big smile.
"Sure Olga...no problem" I said.
Hmmmmmm I said.....she sees me under "these circumstances" and naturally she is down and depressed. But she sees her favorite candy and a huge smile forms on her face....the same smile she used to give me the first 10 days we were together....
She tells me she needs to leave but wants to know if I would like to go with her to the hospital later to see her father.
Ok...I said...the father thing is probably legit.....lets go to see what happens. I can't leave Cali early and I was in no mood at this time to do the agency scene for just one day.
She tells me she would call later to tell me where to go. She calls me early in the evening to tell me that we can go on tomorrow. She tells me that the money that I gave her for cab fare was not used and she took the bus instead and used the money to pay for her Dad's medication.
"I hope you understand and you are not mad about this"
I told her no not to worry about it. But I did have a question for her. Her grandmother originally wanted to come to San Andres with us the week before and was willing to pay her own way...........LOL.....of course, Olga said no and she understood at the time.
I said to Olga....." How come your grandmother has money to go to San Andres but not money for medication for her own son?"
Olga told me that her grandmother was going to pay for San Andres on a credit card. She then explained that credit cards cannot be used in Cali to pay for medication.
I never did follow up to see if this was true. It sounds really bogus to me. Cali pro is an expert down there...maybe he knows if this was bogus...I do not know at this time.
So the next morning she shows up at the hotel at 9 am. She did not call and I am still waking up. She tells me she is down stairs and wants to know if i want to go to see her father with her.
What the heck at this point...I tell myself.....sure.
She comes to my room and she is once again "ice cold." I am really curious now to see if this "bizzare situation" is really true. I want to go!!!!!!!!
We get in the taxi and she ask if we can stop so she can get her father a specal snack. She got him some yogurt and pastries. I paid. No thank you...no smile...nothing...........
At this point...I just really wanted to see this if this was legit. The "curiosity factor" was killing me.
We went through security and headed down the main walkways.
She said, "Their are crazy people here...are you scared?"
"Heck no"...I said....In Los Angeles...these people walk the streets...there just more confined here"
And wow......I had just walked in to ..."One flew over the Koo Koo's Nest" in Cali Colombia.
A man walks by us...looks at me....and breaks out in song......."And I....................will...always...love youuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Witney Houston...."The Bodyguard" theme song...I thought..and in English!!...pretty cool........
I could not help but smile and laugh a little. I do not mean to be disrespectful to her or this place....but it was funny......and heck ...I needed a good laugh at this point.
Olga gave me a look that said I understand why you are laughing..but please don't.
I regained my composure....but not for long.....
Another man was headed our way as well and had spotted the gringo. He could not take his eyes off me. Olga became nervous as he approached. I was not.....I was only worried about one thing as he approached.
Please...please....please...do not make me laugh.
But I knew that since I had not had a good laugh in many many days...I was very vulnerable to that emotion at this time.
He held up his fist high in the air as he walked by and looked at me. Stopped right by me and yelled....BON.......BON.....BON............BON............BON!"
I could not help myself at this point...I held my fist high in the air back at him...like a wave and said..."BON!"...back.
He appeared very happy with my response and kept on walking by. I looked over at Olga and even she had a small smile on her face.....it was just too classic......
Her father was sitting quitely in a small garden talking with an assistant. This was for real.
Her fathers hand was still visibly swollen where he punched the wall. Her grandmother
( his mother) was there as well. He speaks no English ...so I just put my hand firmly on his shoulder and gave him a look like..."its going to be ok." He gave me a very warn smile back. He really appeared to be a very nice man who had comletely "lost it"
Olga started talking to her father and he started crying right there.
This was heavy...and we all know what he was going through.....he was being rejected for the first time in his 41 years of life.. and when that happens with someone you really care about...it is a Bi**h!!!!! It happened to me for the first time last year. I was very down...but I still took the time to feed myself, exercise, stay busy and focused on other things....like we all do......I thought though that I really had it bad at the time....
After seeing this man in front of me......I realized I took the whole situation last year very well....
COMING SOON......The Conclusion and some final thoughts...
