Trip Down in the Caribbean (Part 4)

And this should be the last one... I think.

I noticed that in my previous post I had forgotten one very important thing. Thursday, the day in which more or less absolutely nothing happened, night there was the big fight. And I mean big.

Ever seen that show? Yeah, that's right, Family Feud. Well, it was nothing like that--in more or less every single way possible--but it was an intra-family feud. I'm not too keen on the details, but I think it goes like this:

My grandma (mom's side) wanted to get a sort of ID card or something from Puerto Rico so that she could show it when necessary (she lived in Miami but before in PR). So she asked my other grandma (... obviously dad's side), who works for the government there, when she came to visit. Now this part is a little technical, but it breaks down to it being illegal for one reason or another. It really should've ended there, yet, unfortunately, it didn't. Instead, my parents and aunt were brought into the mix.

My aunt, who has been trying to take care of her mother for a while now, heard about this and asked my mom to talk to my dad to talk to his mom so that she would do it. Now if you didn't follow that (if you did congrats) the last sentence just means that my aunt tried to convince my grandma to do it anyways, even if it was illegal. That's where things went bad. My dad didn't want do get involved in this and my mom agreed, 'twas not a good idea. However, my aunt kept pushing and pushing. Eventually, Thursday night, she got so angry that she threw a lamp... close to me I hear. Immediately my parents became fed up. We decided to leave and stay with my grandma that night then the next night find a hotel. Thus, very late that night, we left Casa Picaflores (finally...) for the last time.

Friday: This was a good day. A very good day.

Why was it so good? Because I got to hang with my friend more or less the entire day. And then I got to hang with my other friend, the one that was supposedly out of town the whole week. So I got the best of both worlds: I wouldn't have met the first friend without the other being out of town, yet I got to hang with the second. Works for me.

Ok, I admit it, I forgot to mention something. During the whole fight, which lasted about an hour including the awkward silence afterwards, I got a call from my friend. ... so I instantly fled the dining room--AKA the battleground--and went outside to chat (let's take a moment to thank God for cordless phones). Once outside we talked for a while and I told her what was going on. In return, she told me that tomorrow, Friday, she and a group of her friends were gonna go out to eat at Fuddrucker's (sp? oh well). Of course I agreed, even if I'm not a fan of burgers and the such; just had to find a way to get my parents to take me to her house again.

Luckily, my parents are understanding. All I had to do was tell them about the plan and they agreed to find a hotel near the area--the area being her house and, more importantly, the site of the family reunion. However, I didn't care; I just wanted to enjoy myself once more. So we left my grandma's house in San Juan and headed west. A bit later (can't remember too well, but it couldn't have been that long) I was once again outside of my friend's house.

Again, no awkward silence or time needed to adjust, we just got along. And it was awesome ^^ Thus we proceeded to watch one of our favorite shows... Scrubs!!! *heavenly chorus singing* Five episodes later, many jokes and ridiculous times shared, I think some dancing, music, more laughter and such, it was time to head out. Good thing too, I was getting hungry. Maybe I would actually eat something at Fuddrucker's after all--burger or something. If it was anything like Red Robin, then I would be satisfied.

Food happened. Oh, and just so you know, those milkshakes are delicious. I know I wouldn't mind one right now... Me and my friend arrived early (again... not that I'm complaining) and ended up waiting an hour before anybody else got there. Still, it was fun just hanging. Eventually people actually showed up so we all go to order some food and then sit in those really nifty old-timey booths. God so many hilarious jokes were told. Very funny. Also, we fit about 11 people in one of the aforementioned booths, creating what was deemed a "foot orgy." And, while I can't speak for anybody else, I know it was the best foot orgy I've ever had.

Good times don't last forever, and so we all had to go back home. However, there was one problem for me: I couldn't get in contact with my parents. They were supposed to pick me up around 9--I'd been with my friend for more than 6 hours by then--but were not answering either of their cell phones. Soooo I had to go back to my friend's house, *blatant sarcasm* what a bummer.

This time, for a period of almost two hours, we just sat around her house and chatted. Eventually I did talk to my dad, but by then plans had changed dramatically. No longer would I be returning to the hotel, instead I was going to go stay at my godfather's house, like the old times. See, at Fuddrucker's I found out that my godfather's son, a good friend of mine, had actually returned back home from some fencing camp. I got his number from my friend, his ex-girlfriend, and rang him up. A few minutes later, it was decided that I would spend the night, and I couldn't be more excited at all (well, I could have, but to do as such would have been impossible).

Again, good times don't last forever. While I did have a fantastic, it was just too short for me. It would have been fine (man I lie so much) had I spent the entire week hanging with friends instead of doing things that I really did not want to do. But I can't complain. This week, this blindingly short week had changed my life like no other week before. Hell, the happiness alone that I got was more than enough.

Saturday + Sunday: Well, the family reunion took place but other than eating traditional PuertoRican food (God yes!), I'd say that there's no much to talk about. After that ended, Sunday came, along with a 4 hour plane ride back home. And so, unfortunately (though every other time I visited PR with my family I would have said finally), our vacation came to a close. My family returned home, tired, but satisfied. I know I was. (And as any of my friends will tell you, I had never seemed more content any time before or after that week.)