Let’s see, I have a lot to recap. First some outtings with friends. The 26th when we got back from Pto La Cruz, Liz, Cas and I went out with Otto and Vicente (long last friends) to see El Cascanueces Flamenco (The Flamenco Nutcracker). It was a really good show. I was amazed to see such great dancing here. Venezuela has some great flamenco dancers, who knew? The music was very good and the acustics excellent. The illumination/lightning was a bit off and some of the performances (the acting bits) weren’t that great, but the dancing was superb! After the show we went to have a little italian dinner at Da Luciano in La Carlota, very good! This is us, although the waiter needs to take a shooting-a-camera-and-aiming-101 intensive course.
A few days ago I met up with my friend Tom again (remember Tom? The one that visited me in NYC a few weeks back). We went to see The Golden Compass. It was good, but really, talk about leaving the audience hanging! Are we going to have to wait for a whole year to find out if the girl finds her dad?! I guess that was the theme of the night, because we had set to go out for sushi before the movie, but they took so long to serve us that we had to leave the restaurant without eating or we would miss the movie. And then the lines to buy popcorn were so long we ended up watching the movie on an empty stomach. We had a good time anyhow, as we always do, but WAIT seemed to be the overall theme of the night.
On Nick’s and Cas’ last day in Caracas, my dad invited us to one of the best meat restaurants in the city, called El Alazán. The meat there is exquisite, really tender, just melts in your mouth. Tequeños, queso frito, yuca frita, aguates and palmitos, aren’t bad either. We had a feast! If you’re ever in Caracas and you love meat you have to go to this place, it’s a must.
Our New Years celebration wasn’t much of a production since around 2:00 pm my grandfather started having massive pains and had to be rushed to the emergency room (ER). He had been having problems with his gallbladder (a lot of painful stones), and it got to a point where it was unbearable. At the clinic the doctors determined he had a stones obstructing the “canales biliares” and had the “vesícula” (gallbladder) inflamated, infected, and obstructed. They recommended an operation to remove the organ (!?). Toti is 89 years old, he has a weak heart, can’t see because of “cataratas”, has problems breathing, is taking aspirins daily so that his blood can be liquified and doesn’t form clots which could give him strokes… he’s 89 for Pete’s sake!! Operation?! The offspring got together and deliberated with the surgeon, who kindly explained every procedure which would be done. They finally agreed to it, since Toti himself had said he want “the thing” out! On the 31st they did the “endoscopia” and made an inscision which would facilitated the operation, removing the stones (they took out 14!) and especially the one which was obstructing, and cleaning up the area a bit. That was successful (yay Toti!!!), and from the operating room (OR) they took him to the intensive care unit (ICU). He was going to spend the night there and the operation was scheduled for early the next morning. We all went home around 10ish.
Our new years consisted of rushing to get dinner ready, having dinner around 11:30 pm and after congratulating everyone (feliz año!), watching local fire works (this year there were tons!) from the yard. We went to bed around 2 am, eveything very low key, since we had to be at the clinic early the next day. Toti’s operation lasted about an hour and a half. It was a simple procedure, a “laparoscopia”, not a real operation, but he had to have full anesthetics, which would be hard on his heart, and having his blood as liquid as it is, any cut represents a risk. He came out fine, and recovered for a day and a half in the ICU. Yesterday he was transfered to a room. Today he walked a bit, and has been eating and talking as usual. He recovered his rossy cheaks and isn’t yellow any more (he had the white cells in 14 thousand, when normal is 7000, and very high “bilirrubina”, which made him yellow. The infection was severe.). Yay Toti!! It was a scare, but he seems to be better now without the goldbladder or the pain!
So that’s it. A lot of family time, some friend time, and some reflections on my life and what 2008 will be looking like, but that’s another post. Hope you all are in good health and that starting work again hasn’t been too much of a pain. Chin up! If Toti can come through so can we, right? ; )