Nothing is eternal. Everything comes to the end someday, since life is transitory. That is why every single moment is precious to all of us. Every chapter of life has the beginning and the ending – so is my life.
After all, the day came for me to bid farewell to the paradise. I felt that the time had reaped for me to change and leap into the new chapter of my life. I decided to go back to Japan for finding a way to raise some money, so that I could write another book in Vancouver. I told Ramon about my decision, and he encouraged me pensively, “I’m goanna be very sad, but the essential thing for your life right now is to keep on writing books. It’ll be quite difficult for you to find a way to go back to Vancouver, but I believe you can find the way. Don’t worry, bitch, and never give up. Remember, many doors will be slammed before your face, but one will be open for you eventually – that’s when you ought to come in. Be alert all the time. Besides, you know, this is your house, too, bitch, so you don’t need to thank me. I consider you a very special friend in my life, remember that. As a best friend, it’s my special duty to help you on the way. Wherefore, if anything happens on the way, remember your best biach friend Ramon Garcia; my house is always and will be always open for you. And before anything else, if ever you need a man who will have to go through fire and water for you, you have such a man – it is I. Because I never and will never desert those whom I treasure, whether in happiness or in misfortune, and I’ve proved it, ha-ha-ha….”
During on the road trip, Ramon’s father always insisted to pay everything, for example, breakfast, lunch, dinner, tickets, accommodations, etc. I was grateful for his generosity. Every time I tried to pay for myself, he gave me a benign smile and assured amicably, “Don’t worry, Shogo. You’re my Japanese son.” Every time I heard his affectionate words, uncontrollable tears welled up in my eyes. Ramon also said, “Don’t worry, bitch. This is our way for cerebrating on your first publication. We’re really proud of you!” It was immense pleasure for me to witness that the father and the son genuinely love each other. The son was worried about the father for spending money too much, so he naturally offered to pay before the father reached his wallet. However, the father did not let the son to pay and insisted to take care of everything. Eventually, the son reluctantly submitted the father. Patricia once remarked to me by looking at Ramon’s father, “Ramon will exactly look like his father in twenty years.” Now I completely understood why Ramon has been extremely generous to me during our friendship and understood why he is a great man: Ramon has just followed his father’s footsteps in all his life. I was overwhelmed by their family bond and thought that it was very beautiful.
And we drove to Merida, which is the capital city of the state of Yucatan. Known as “White City” because of the large use of white limestone and white paint this traditional city depicts much of the splendor of Colonial Mexico. Merida is nothing like Cancun or Playa Del Carmen; I savored Mexican culture and was glad to see no more party and noisy life. Thereafter, we visited the beautiful City of Campeche. I love history, culture, architecture, serene rivers, and graceful beaches – I felt like mingling with my ancestors.
Our journey’s end was Champoton, which is predominantly a fishing port. There was nothing to do in Champoton, except contemplating the beautiful ocean. Nevertheless, I loved Cahmpoton dearly. Just sitting on a bench and contemplating the alluring ocean made me carried away as though I were transported to another world.
Ramon planned a wonderful road trip for us on the weekend. Ramon, his father, Patricia, and I had hit the road from a Friday morning to a Sunday afternoon. Ramon occasionally made a stop on a highway, so that Ramon, his father, and I would take a leak, arching the air like a rainbow. Three of us affectionately nourished Mexican soil as a blissful Mexican family.
First our destination was Chichèn Itzà, where we could wonder no end at Mayan ruins. With scores of palaces, ball courts, pyramids, and other fascinating stone buildings, Chichèn Itzà is a Mayan ruin paradise. We were so excited about Mayan excursion, and Ramon constantly took pictures of us.
The next stop was Izamal. The first thing captured my eyes were that the town is painted yellow… all the colonial buildings, the market, the huge convent, everything! “Johan Nilsen Nagel could sport his loud yellow suit triumphantly and fit in this town famously,” I thought to myself, smiling. The other things that got my attention were the cobblestone streets and the iron lampposts that give the town a tranquil ambiance. The sound of the clippity-clop of the horses pulling carriages made me feel as if I had stepped back in time.
It was a Monday night that Ramon’s father arrived at Playa Del Carmen. I genuinely love his father. He is an exceptional gentleman with a big heart. He always carries a friendly ambiance about him. His every single gesture speaks benevolence, and his bright smile always makes people happy. If your heart troubles, just pay a visit to his father in order to see his bounteous smile that washes your troubles away. He speaks a little English, and I speak a little Spanish; however, we have been getting along famously with each other since the beginning. I have known of him for over eight years. Every time I see him, he takes me to a great deal of interesting places in order to see Mexican cultures. Naturally, I was very excited to see him again.
His father would stay with us for a week, so Ramon was busy to make plans for his father. Everyone could see easily how much he loves his father. I have never seen Ramon being a good boy and in such a buoyant mood. Ramon had a job and couldn’t have a whole day to spend his father; however, he managed a time to take his father and me to have a fresh breakfast during his work hours. Between breakfast and lunch, his father and I were left alone. So, we usually sauntered on Fifth Avenue and went to Mamita Beach to have drinks. His father always insisted to pay everything for me as if I were his favorite son. Around 2:00 p.m., Ramon usually picked us up on Fifth Avenue and took us to show around beautiful spots. For instance, we ate lunch at a seafood restaurant on Tulum Beach to contemplate beautiful ocean and horizon with music of seagulls. And Tulum’s white limestone beaches and sapphire blue Caribbean waters made us delirious. Our wandering continued visiting Tulum Ruins, Punta Allen, and Sian Kann Biospher Reserve. It was astonishing for me to see how well Ramon knew of Riviera Maya as though entire Rivera Maya were Ramon Garcia’s estate. His father and I were lucky to have such a well-informed tour guide.