So we met up with our Spanish girlfriend (one had too much work) at the bar and hung out for a little while stumbling as gracefully as possible through our conversation. I´m not exactly sure what "overtime" entails here, but apparently Rocio had to go have some drinks with her boss on the beach and couldn´t meet up with us. I think there was a euphemism somewhere.
We called Luis to meet up with Ana, Josh, and me for dinner. Josh described it best when he said, "It was like eating dinner with my racist grandmother and my black girlfriend." Luis, as it turns out, is not gay but a very friendly Christian man with a "Jesus" keychain. Anita, as it turns out, may have been a prostitute. Luis seemed to think this about Anita because she was already drunk and he talked about her in English because she didn´t understand it.
Meanwhile, every time anyone paused to inhale, Anita leapt at the opportunity to fill the free seconds with words that were spoken so quickly, it sounds like one fifty syllable word every time she spoke (yotravezalaplayayonecesitabaunacosaparabeberyentonceencontreunabotelladeaguadiosmio!).
We took a cab back to the area of town where we were staying, which I´m pretty sure is the "barber shop" district. Anita was dropped off first, under the austere suggestion/demand of Luis, but before she got out of the car Anita did something that made no sense at all. She took off her wedding ring (HER WEDDING RING!) that had seven tiny diamonds on it (SEVEN DIAMONDS!) and then placed it on me finger (SHE GAVE IT TO ME!!!!). She told me to bring it to her tomorrow when we have drinks, and then she left.
That was when we realized that everyone we had met in Ecuador was absolutely crazy. CRAZY!!
Since this post is fairly long as is, I will make another about the events that occurred later in the night, but they include the following:
4 middle-aged men
a motorcycle
Josh and I being separated twice
karaoke
the middle of the night
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