We were walking inside the park with our backpacks my friend Mel, the great Johanness (German of whom I will also write a post) and a server when we crossed the first camp of the park. Near the beach was a small restaurant with a terrace where an American kid drank beer with an uncle with gray hair, mustache, sunglasses and a good pancha. They saw us doubting the way to go and Juan - the one with the gray hair, as you may have guessed - told us: “But where are you going with this heat? I invite you to some very cold beers? ”. It goes without saying that we accept the invitation and would spend the next 48 hours with Juan.
His story left us speechless with his different way of understanding life. It is what is called a authentic LIVER. I tell you his version.
Juan mounted the first Pasha de Sitges with a colleague. There he lived the night as the most but at the time he went to live in Ibiza, where he also frequented Pacha but without making clear if he had managerial functions or not. At least he did tell us that he knew the owner well. For 25 years of his life he was always living in summer. He spent 6 months in Spain - where he moved to Barcelona - and another 6 in South America, Central America and the Caribbean: Brazil and Colombia is where he had spent more time on the continent and was a true number 1 fan of both.
Now, at fifty-some, to keep his rented pool on the second line of the beach in Santa Marta, he had the income of a rented apartment in Barcelona and the trapicheos he made sending fruit containers to Europe from time to time. We had a beer with him and immediately bought a bottle of rum at 1 in the afternoon with more than 35 degrees in the shade. There we put some shots all 5, all with ice except Juan.
In the end he was encouraged to come with two Italian friends to the camp where we wanted to spend the night. We embarked on a group of 6 when we had only reached the park. We spent the night sleeping in hammocks at the campsite and there Juan continued with his comics and his famous phrases that remained in our memories. As you may have imagined at this point, Juan had been single all his life and when we asked him about it he told us:
“I am not a crappy selfish. My heart cannot be for one woman. I share it with all of the World!“
He encouraged us to buy a pisito as an investment in Colombia because, according to him, it was the new raw pearl of international tourism. And he advised us:
“If you do not want this paradise to be screwed, when you arrive in Spain, say that as soon as you got off the plane, they robbed you, then they kidnapped you and deported you because they put drugs in your backpack. This is not even God and this is still as good as it is now. ”
Lover of drink, party, women and good living, Juan was a character who had to divide what he counted by 3 or 4, but the truth is that he is a great. A authentic pirate.