I ran into Diego, a guy from my old neighborhood who works as a handyman, a Jack of all trades if there ever was one.
He was dressed from head to toe in bright whites…Polo Shirt, Bermudas, sneaks that looked like big baby shoes, but spanking white, like he had just alighted from a cruise ship.
Apparently, he had been in Maine working on someone’s summer house…grande, he told me…leek a coostle.
He slept in a tent, oonder the stars, and had all his meals cooked by a Senora named Meez Eeleezebeeth who brought them to him on a tray with piernas (legs).
“Eet wooz beest veecetion, eever,” he said,” purring like a sated cat.
“Well Diego, Maine must agree with you since you look better than I’ve ever seen you,” I said, admiring his snappy clothes.
His smile that matched mine like two tumblers about to toast, got even bigger before saying…
“EEL. EEL. Bean…
Oootlet.
🙂
Diego goes to Maine could be a novella.
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I made none of that up. it could be the Latino version of the Hardy Boys. OY
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I’ll look for the series on Netflix. 😉
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Let me know what you think. 😜
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Hahaha!
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That was a hoot, Susannah!
He almost sounded Russian 😉
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That was a great story with a surprise ending. I didn’t see that coming.
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He could have been an ad.
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He was working and living in a tent and having his meals delivered and it “wooz beest veecetion, eever”. What does he usually do for vacations…or work?
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The Diegos of the world work all the time joyfully I might add. They’re so grateful for the opportunity to earn keeping their families back home well cared for. They’re lessons in grace and gratitude. That was a vacation. Just with tools. 😊
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I couldn’t imagine what the title of your post meant.I laughed out loud at the revelation. Both of my sons (31&33) would have loved that vacation. They didn’t get a love for camping from me, definitely from their father.
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Gratitude for many of these third world treasures is what I call them, is always evident. Where he comes from I’m certain, he struggled. Now he gets to earn makeing decent money, and be oonder the stars while he’s doing it. I mean, his boat definitely came in, and he’ll be the first to tell ya. It’s humbling to say the least. 🙂
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Who says you gotta have a house and millions to enjoy life?!
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I’m certainly that way. Need very little to be happy. A blessing all in itself.
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