Cibuco Cafe
The rooster stretched and crowed the sunup.
Manus Neco, relaxed and inspired, nudely seated on a timber rocking cradle, serenading the countryside of Corozal.
Noodled and twanged by the Flat-Footed Astronaut, melodious, and with imbued swing, his custom wooden ten-stringed keyhole-shaped Cuatro chanting.
A traditional lute guitar carrying the essence of his homeland.
A splendid sceneric view awoken by sunbeam and song.
Multi-colored flowers dancing to his tune, enriching the spirit of this enchanted island.
Breezy and serene. A majestic paradise.
The harmony of Manus Neco's danza, a hypnotic blissful indulgence of utopia, as a swift gale peels the white taffeta sheet exposing Yulania Friz' ambrosial supple leg.
Her dreams of ecstasy and pleasure betrayed by the sleeping smile of merriment.
Manus Neco's palliative and reassuring touch arousing her tranced snooze. Yulania Friz welcoming his alluring aroma and battle-hardened skin.
Desires quenched and fulfilled.
Midmorning.
The Jui bird's rhythmic chirp accompany Yulania Friz and Manus Neco's passive paseo towards the pueblo.
The focused antiquity of the people embracing Manus Neco's dignified pride. His mask at ease with the tranquility.
Cibuco Cafe was seeded upon a grassy hill surrounded by a grange of green plantains. An estuary greeted the shallow river behind the demure noshery. The burble of the flowing water easing the senses. A brewing delight.
The caloric sodium-heavy meal was palatably gobbled and relished. Scrubbed down with a taza of black coffee, and a mixture of coconut and pineapple guzzle.
Yulania Friz reveled at the tasting savor of the jamonilla, blanketed by melted cheese, neighboring the two over-easy fried eggs and flat crackers. The cushy criollo bread warmly crisp.
Manus Neco adoring her mask with every gob.
This existing elixir of such a succulent and piquant dish escaped her for an everlasting linger. Her tummy effectuated with every crumb and dewdrop.
Reliving a long lost dream.
Manus Neco contentedly at home.