It's easy to stay somewhere where you fit in and are appreciated.
Monday I left after a few fairwells, but then 2 hours later the wakeboard people had another island they were going to visit, and yelled across the river for me to join. This was a very good idea. This place was the inspiration to their island. Little bungalows, a kitchen, shower, and an old man with an interesting take on life leading the charge.
I stayed there, ate the food the needed me to try. I helped pick out small fish from the net, and was served extremely good palinca.
The wakeboard people decided I should stay another night.
We went back to the island and on the way took turns wakeboarding. I'm not a boarder, so I never gave it a go. It was more fun hanging in the boat and watching people that were actually good do cool tricks. Plus I was palinca drinkin.
We got back, and well, we drank more palinca and hung out by the fire.
Today I woke up early. Kresta took me back to my kayak, where the family was hanging out. They again insisted I eat and drink all day. So I did. That, and tried fishing. I hung out with Alexandra and her aunt and relatives. She has an amazing voice and is absolutely stunningly beautiful. We all had a good time trying to figure out if I am crazy or not, and then I paddled off into the sunset.
The landscape here is mesmerizing. It's like a hilly delta. And even at sea level I can still see distances far away. Theres farms and scattered trees, and lots of cows and horses.
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