Tacos, Emilio & the Chocolate Goddess
I bumped into Emilio at a Mexican grocery store, somewhere in the middle of Nowhere, Florida. It's a completely different world from the coastal paradise shown in brochures. There, time is definitely not linear, cars are dented, rusty and from another era, the people are brown and speak another language, the vegetables, like the cars, are bruised and tired-looking, and the flavors of the food in their kitchen tell a story of another time and place.
I try to upload to Instagram a photo of a relic that shook and groaned as it went by, sputtering and spewing smoke from its tailpipe, but there is no data service here. This is one of those places where you stay in the moment... though you're not sure which.
So, Emilio... He's standing by the steaming trays of meats, rice, beans and tortillas, nursing a Corona in his hand. He says something to me tentatively and softly in Spanish. I respond in kind and he explodes into laughter. "I told you! This chocolate goddess is from my Cuba!", he announces to the entire store, then offers me a beer. I explain that I'm Jamaican and he says "Same difference, you're still preciosa." And we begin to chat about our respective homelands. "I have a wife" he winces as he says this. "She isn't spicy like you. She's muy sosa (plain). [Side bar: We have a similar word -- soso-- for when something is lacking] "She doesn't have your sabor (flavor)".When I press him for an explanation, he says "You know... A chocolate goddess like you is so much better in the bedroom." At that point, I collect my tacos with rice and beans and say goodbye. He walks with me out into the parking lot, clutching his broken heart and Corona while loudly reciting poetry about unrequited love. "You need to move, Emilio, or my van's going to hit you." He blows me a kiss as I pull away. ***
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