Now that the biggest snow storm of the season happened and that is freaking cold outside, it's time to call the warm weather:
Everything begins when Costurera suggested me to get a melon as I wanted to prepare a juice last week. Melon juice...Mmmmmm...That is being in a family trip in Cartagena when I was kid. It was a family trip without my parents and probably two years after they separated when I was seven years old. My first melon juice came on a hot night in a tourist-free neighborhood of Cartagena. It was a one story house with a long hallway. Low lights. I cannot remember whose house was it and where did all the adults go. It was just me and some other kids running and playing. The day was a sunny one and we ate an unbelievable fish sancocho for lunch. Uncle Jy yelled at Aunt Mia because she was traumatized with a plastic surgery a Mexican actress got, something she saw on TV. That I remember. But at night we went to another house and I cannot recall whose house was it and where did all the adults go. The door of the house was open and children were coming in and out. A lady came and gave me a large glass of melon juice. I did not ask for it, she just came and handed it to me, then left. I loved it. It was a great. I don't remember something more refreshing.
I know Cartagena is a fucking hot place, all year round. I've never been back since that trip. We were like twenty people but I was alone the whole trip, specially while I drank that juice. I hanged out to that taste forever. I saw life. I smelled that house and listened to the ceiling fans and felt the sea breeze at the same time. While I refreshed myself I discovered the heat.
The revelation of awareness had a melon taste. Thank you my lady.
