I told our guests, ” Please no tears when leaving for the airport”. But one of the boys had a chica “stuck” to his frontside as he was leaving.. He told me that she was his carry on baggage for the West Jet flight to Toronto. And he insisted that he was taking her back to Canada with him. The boys were not crying, but a few of the girls were. It was the end to another great Canada Week at the MWV villas. The loonies and toonies were heading back to the frozen north. (Loonies and toonies does not refer to cartoon characters but it is what Canadians call their $1 and $2 bills which have the picture of a loon on them).
It all started just 2 short weeks after our Halloween Week party week blow out. I was worried that Indiana and I, and the girls would not be rested and ready for Canada Week. But…… AL CONTRARIO, MI AMIGO. Everyone was ready and the girls gave a rousing “Welcome To The Vilas” as the Canadians arrived. It was a traditional villas welcome party . Bikinis, high heels, sexy makeup, hair all done, and smelling like tropical flowers. They were all kissing, teasing, and flirting. The Canadian boys said that it sure was good to be “home” again.
I think that each guy did 3 Pardee Hours the first afternoon. And everyone was a “sport” by changing every night. It made me think of the Canadian Weeks that we had back at the Margarita Island villas in 2005, 2006, and 2007. And Rogito who devised a matrix system to make things fair and square and allow each guest to have at least one when he would pick first. But then , those were the days before we invented the Pardee Hour where each guests can have 3 first picks every day. With a ratio of 3 girls for every 1 guest staying at the villas , why not? ( NOTE Whynot is also a common family name in parts of Nova Scotia).
We celebrated 3 birthdays that week. Johanna, El Presidente, and Diablo Grande Chris. There were baby doll parties, penis shooters, and 2 macadamia nut ice cream cakes for the celebrations. . And also some special events were celebrated each day that week. And one great night at the Cabarete discos.
We had a Pamela Anderson (famous Canadian) look alike contest one night. The Canadians , of course, figured out a way that all of the competitors were winners. And speaking of competition, the boys were having a contest to find the elusive ( in Canada) bald beaver. The hunt lasted all week but they found so many bald beavers that it should have been a hunt for the one beaver that was NOT bald. !
Also they were totally surprised by the diminutive size of almost all of the Dominican girls. Americans call them “spinners”. For obvious reasons. But the Canadians invented a new name for the petite Dominicans. They, in language unique to Canada, called them the “Mounties”. Ahemm. OK. Gee. I wonder why . And Diablo Grande had a great story about one of them mounting up with his head phones ( DrDre Beats) on her head and bouncing to the music.
Katy wound up on the “Injured Reserve” list after she , and Stephanie, and Perla tied up Leonardo de Capricio and did a “mountie show” for him. But it got out of hand and she threw her back out from the rough play. Playing too rough ? A ?
There were excursions all week . The best ones were the ATVs on the beach down to La Boca Inlet to investigate Wilson’s new “Castaways” bar and restaurant
and on another day, a jeep safari to Rio San Juan and Calleton Beach ( where Indian head sculptures guard the entrance to the bay and beach). But before we returned the rented jeeps , we decided to do another excursion the following morning. Just with the guys. It was fun traveling miles up into the hills on a bumpy path full of potholes and puddles. Sometimes the road was almost impassible. But the reward was what we found at the end of the trail. It was a limestone cave with stalactites and stalagmites with subterranean pond. Franklin said that it was possible to wade through the waist deep crystal clear water while holding lanterns or candles and find another entrance a hundred yards or so into the cave. . We will just have to leave that for the next trip up here.
For events one night we had a “Stump The Canuck” quiz contest. With questions like “Where was Pamela Anderson born?” and “What is the national bird of Canada ?” ( Hint: It is NOT the black fly). The boys did so poorly that we recommended that they “Bone Up” on Canadian facts before returning next year.
There was one night when someone had the bright idea of breaking out our HUGO CHAVEZ dart board for some darts competition. But cooler heads prevailed, when someone said that “pointed objects in the hands of people / Canadians drinking a lot of alcohol is not a good idea.” (Note: Even with a villa full of Canadians we did not exceed the 24 cases of beer consumed during Halloween Week).
There was another night when we did a bonfire on the beach while watching a huge full moon emerge from the ocean. Romantic AND primal, at the same time.
Finally, when the week was drawing near an end, one of the guests said to me “You know Thomas , it feels odd to wear a watch , underwear, and shoes again.”
Have you ever heard that before ? LOL Now that is when you know that you have had a really good week. A REAL vacation.
The final goodbyes were said , and the boys headed to the airport with Joel, or driver. Leaving a few teary eyed girls in their wake. So until next time, brothers.
Until next time , I thought , as they headed out.
Reflecting on a good week at the villas.
CANADIAN HUMOR : A Canadian in a Cabarete bar, pulls up and sits next to what looks appears to be a French turista. “I’ll bet I can pick you up” he says to the slim blonde at the bar. “I don’t think so” she smirks. Not to be defeated so easily, the Canadian says’ Oh yeah. how much do you weigh?”