Skipjack Joe
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1978 Pt Escondido trip (3) - The Goat
We were totally unprepared for the heat we encountered. We tried to escape it by going to Loreto almost daily. We asked about showers and were told of
a resort that was still under construction. The bathrooms were almost complete and we were invited to refresh ourselves until they went into business.
And so we did, Val and I in the men?s stall and Vera and Nadine in the other.
One day he and I were enjoying our cokes when Nadine came running breathlessly to tell us what had happened. The girls were taking their shower when
the workers showed up. Their jaws just dropped, she said. Vera, being older and feeling a need to be protective of Nadine, could think of only one
thing to say at the time in her poor Spanish. She kept repeating ?sin verguenza, sin verguenza? (for shame), at them hoping it would have the desired
effect. The workers, meanwhile, were just as astonished as the girls. They couldn?t believe their eyes.
?They just dropped their tools and ran?, laughed Nadine. But Vera was not as forgiving. ?The one on the right. His eyes lingered as he walked out?,
she noted.
We often combined our forays to Loreto with shopping. Val and Nadine were particularly fond of this. Val bought this enormous sombrero, the likes of
which I had never seen before. It was wider than his shoulders and quite tall. He was so proud of his purchase. He brought it back to Pt. Escondido
and hung it up for all to see. But no one would comment on it. He just had to know. Finally he asked Feliciano why he didn?t buy one like that for
himself.
?Porque? Porque no soy loco?, was the quick reply.
And so the days went by. We fished and snorkeled and had a great time, totally unaware of our next adventure. It came after a day of fishing. As we
approached the beach and saw the girls Val and I knew something big had happened. They could hardly wait to tell us and stood at the water?s edge
waving their arms.
A Mexican family from the mainland had arrived early that morning at our campground leading a goat and occupied the cabana next to ours. The
senora had brought her own mortar and pestle which she used to grind and later make the tortillas over an open campfire. The goat was
slaughtered and butchered in front of the girls right next to our palapa and then hung to drain from one of the rafters. They led me to the spot and
showed me the blood stains on the wood, but there was no sign of a goat.
Vera leaned over and whispered ?they made soup with the goat?s blood. I think they?re going to offer it to us.?
She looked behind her from the corner of her eyes, ?Don?t look now, but here comes Feliciano?.
Feliciano slowly walked over with a mischievous smile on his face and graciously invited us to share the meal. He uncovered the lid from an enormous
pot and watched me with great interest. Globs of fat and what appeared to be coagulated blood floated on the surface. I declined the offer to eat.
Everyone else, however, found the soup to be delicious and many asked for seconds.
[Edited on 12-10-2005 by Skipjack Joe]
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Natalie Ann
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Skipjack Joe
Val bought this enormous sombrero, the likes of which I had never seen before. It was wider than his shoulders and quite tall. He was so proud of his
purchase. He brought it back to Pt. Escondido and hung it up for all to see. But no one would comment on it. He just had to know. Finally he asked
Feliciano why he didn?t buy one like that for himself.
?Porque? Porque no soy loco?, was the quick reply.
[Edited on 12-10-2005 by Skipjack Joe] |
Well, this was the coffee splurter of my morning! That Feliciano's quite the jester. I'm having such fun reading this trip report from the past -
again, thank you Skipjack.
I'll be here tomorrow ready for part 4.
[Edited on 12-10-2005 by Natalie Ann]
Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.
.....Oscar Wilde
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Skipjack Joe
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I'm glad you're enjoying these stories, Natalie Ann.
Yes, Feliciano had that quick wit that so many latinos seem to have. His answers were always rapid and on the mark. Nothing ever got by him and you
never got the best of him.
saludos,
skipjack
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bajajudy
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Ah come on Skipjack...no blood soup for you?
What did they do with the rest of the goat....I know that they didnt waste even an eyelash.
Next time you are in Loreto, be sure to go to El Rey for a taco de cabeza
[Edited on 12-10-2005 by bajajudy]
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Sallysouth
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Keep em comin Skipjack!! Great writing and so visual!! I guess maybe his name WAS Feliciano!!(I like that better than Francisco anyhow!) I gotta ask
my Dad about this. He and Mom went down there way before the road was paved. Maybe he has a tale or two to tell also. And yeah, Judy, El Rey has the
best "anything" tacos around!
Happiness is just a Baja memory away...
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Mike Humfreville
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Mas, mas, mas por favor. Great story!
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