-Caracas has horrendous traffic nowadays. At it's worst, it took us 50 minutes to drive something it would have taken 5 minutes to walk.
-I got to play First Responder at the wedding. My younger cousin's girlfriend got possible hypoglycemia/dehydration and being diabetic, I had a source of sugar (I carry a squeeze tube full of molasses and honey) but the water resulted being much harder to find. I finally ran into the limo driver for the newlyweds, and he served me the water from the cooler in the limo in a champagne glass. Classy!
-When you are at a wedding, and there is a beautiful Venezuelan woman standing all alone, seemingly waiting for you to walk up to talk to her, like it is straight out of a movie and you are the protagonist, you are mistaken...she is waiting for her boyfriend to arrive with that pack of gum she asked him to get earlier. Let's just say when he showed up and introduced himself it got a bit awkward.
-As cars were milling about in front of the church after the wedding ceremony, I ran into the street to catch a Jack Russell puppy that had gotten away from two boys. I can tell you that chasing a Beanie Baby-sized dog through traffic while wearing a suit is not as easy as you'd think.
-I had the opportunity to drive in Caracas for the first time ever. In this city, lanes are guidelines (if the lines are even visible), turn signals are an invitation to be passed at high speed, and running red lights and stop signs is standard operating procedure...due to the fact that stopping puts you at risk of being carjacked at gunpoint. You simply slow down a bit as you approach the light...look right, look left...and gun it.
-Another fun thing to be done in a suit: Dance to reggaeton and salsa in 85 degree heat.
Myself, my cousin Anabel, my mom, my grandmother and her husband.
