This is the first time since November that I am going to be alone. Really alone. I am taking 6 weeks off from being an Inn Keeper, tango guide, house mom. This was not an easy decision. I had all these people and continue to have people who want to stay with me. But it was "just say no". (Nancy Regan would be so proud of me) It wasn't easy, but I know this is something that will be good for me.
My last guests "the kids" or "los chicos" left on Thursday last week. I was really a little hesitant when I found out that I had rented to 2 college kids that are 23 and their 30 year old buddy. They turned out to be among the best guests I have had. Even with all the drama of their interpersonal relationships, they were great fun.
I think the difference between having people young and those that are "not", is the outlook on life. Young people are much more flexible and much more willing to try new things. It seems that the older one gets, the more they demand things to be their way.
Whether I hung out with them or threw them to their own devices, these guys always had a good time. They appreciated all the things done for them - invitation to a dinner-show of tango dancers and singers, attending Mimi's birthday party, introductions, great tables at the milongas, and where to eat.
We actually had a funny moment. We were at Marta Fama's milonga. In came the "House Guest From Hell" (See Post House Guest From Hell ) I looked up and there she was in those horrible black baggy pants of hers that looks like a load in her pants. I mumbled "Oh my God! It's the houseguest from hell!" Four heads turned and at the same time go "Where? Where?" I sure knew who was reading my blog!
Now they are gone. Erica back to Salt Lake, leaving a path of broken hearts with everyone of my younger guy friends, Mike back to Montana who tried to break as many hearts as possible in the milongas, and his friend Luke who we renamed Lucas - the old guy of the group who managed not only to lock himself out of the apartment on his last night, he lost one tango shoe as well.
It is a wierd feeling to be alone. The good part is that my apartment is neat and clean. There is no clutter, no one clogging up Argentine pipes with half a roll of toilet paper, the lights are not left blazing in every room, and no banging of doors at 6 am. What is so amazing is that in California I lived on 3 floors of a 3500 sq ft house alone. I never wanted to share it. Now I live in 1000 sq ft and my apartment feels so big.
I have plenty to do in this 6 weeks. I am going to paint my living room, buy furniture, and do some other things to my apartment. I want to go to Mendoza, maybe somewhere else. Juan Carlos has invited me to Chile. On the health side, I am in pilates rehab twice a week, and a technique class with Carina as well. My leg muscles need to be built back up. There is also the gym and yoga. Hey, and my dentist says lets drill and place the implant this month.
Me and Roxie having a special minute