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Guest Entry: Jazzy-Fizzle

The following is a guest entry from our nephew Justin (aka Jazzy-Fizzle) who came to visit us in April.  His original post in German is the previous entry.  This was translated into English by his Aunt, Allison.

When I first thought about coming to visit my Uncle, Allison and their kids I was totally excited.  Two months before school vacation I started to get serious about visiting them (after Uncle told me about all about spring break, alcohol sluts, etc.)  I finally found a flight from Stuttgart to Cancun, with a layover in Amsterdam.  My Mom brought me to the airport at 4:30 in the morning.  She was very worried about me, but (on the outside) I remained super cool.  Honestly, I was just as nervous as she was. 

I arrived in Cancun after a 3 hour plane delay in Amsterdam and they were anxiously awaiting my arrival.  First I had to change clothes because I still had on a thick sweater and heavy black pants.  After a few hugs we went straight to the car, where a cooler full of beer was waiting. 

 

 We didn’t stay in Cancun, but rather drove 100 km south to our camp ground at Xpu-Ha.  I’m not sure if was due to the alcohol, but it was a dream.  We camped right on the beach, had hammocks under palm trees, coolers full with beer, and more.  We stayed there 4 days and when Semana Santa started, the camp ground got very full and I was very hopeful that I would get to meet some alcohol sluts.  Unfortunately we never did find any, but it wasn’t because I wasn’t trying.  Usually I would go with Julian who is a babe magnet.  One time I went searching with Uncle and we looked up onto a balcony and there was one hot Mexican girl.  I’m not sure why (maybe it was due to all the beer) but later I just went straight up to her balcony and yelled out “Hola!”  She came out and wanted to talk to me.  It really wasn’t easy since she didn’t speak English and I don’t speak any Spanish.  But even still we managed to have a “conversation” for about 20 minutes.  When I was back at the Yoda Van Uncle and Allison were sitting there, drinking wine, as if they knew nothing of what had just transpired. 

At this campsite Julian was allowed to pee on a tree right next to the van when he had to go to the bathroom.  This turned out to be a big mistake because later Julian would pull down his pants and start to pee no matter where we were! 

On Monday we continued on to Guatemala where we camped in front of a restaurant.  There really wasn’t anything special about this place except for the night watchman:

Matthias, Justin and the Night Watchman   

The next day we drove to Tikal.  That night was very short because we had to get up at 4:30 in the morning.  Just after 4:00 AM we heard all this howling – but it wasn’t my Uncle it was the monkeys.  The tour we took was very interesting.  We saw monkeys.  They almost pooped on Allison’s head, but at least she stepped it in afterwards.  My Uncle almost cried for joy when he saw a toucan, and I was crying because I had to carry one of their kids on my back for nearly 5 hours. On our way to Finca Ixobel we had a small break down.  We changed the fuel filter at a gas station in 35 degree weather.  During that time I was able to use my new favorite word “Tranquilo” at least 100 times.Finca Ixobel was very nice – especially the food there.  But the best thing about this place was the happy hour.  One evening Allison put the kids to bed while my Uncle and I went to happy hour.  He did something really dumb while we were there.  He said “Why don’t you go talk to that girl that is sitting at the bar.”  We went up to her and what does he do?  He sits right in between her and me!  Anyway, we drank a few cocktails and went back to the van.  Later I went back to happy hour with Allison. 

On the way back to Mexico my Uncle just about had a heart attack when it took us nearly 2 hours to get out of the Zona Libre (the duty-free area between Belize and Mexico).  Then when we finally got to the border they pulled us out and wanted us to pay again.  He was not being “tranquilo” at all.  Since my Uncle was in danger of keeling over due to a heart attack Allison had to do the rest of the driving that day.  We arrived back in Xpu-Ha and I discovered a couple of very cute girls when I took my cousin (the magnet) for a walk on the beach.  Someone told me that she was going to stay for a couple of days, but that evening when her Dad started to pack the car it became clear that was going to leave the next day.  My drunk Uncle then came up with a brilliant idea – he said I should let all the air out of the tires of their trailer.  Of course I did it.  When I woke up the next morning they were driving off with flat tires.  (It’s their own fault they didn’t check the tires!) 

The last 3 nights we spent about 80 km south of Cancun.  We had a swimming pool right on the beach.  By this time I wasn’t as concerned with meeting women, probably because of all the disappointments up until then.  I played volleyball every day, and my Uncle and Allison even played one afternoon.  I saw how much my Uncle is like my mother.  He just hates losing and if he doesn’t give it his 100% he is in a bad mood. 

On the way to the airport they told me that they were hiding behind a palm tree, watching me that night that I was “talking” to the woman up on the balcony.  It was very hard for me to say goodbye to them since I had so much fun with them and I have a lot of studying to do when I get back to Germany.  My Uncle said I should go out into the red-light district in Amsterdam during my layover.  The woman at the information desk in the Amsterdam airport said she didn’t think that was such a good idea since I only had 4 hours. 

Once I was back in Germany I had a lot of stories to tell.  We drank ~150 liters of beer und chewed 500 grams of Skoal.  By now I’ve totally annoyed everyone with my new favorite word “tranquilo”.  I hope I can come visit you guys again soon.

 



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