No return address-I opened it and found a very beautiful calendar of doors and stairs. It was from Lorenzo Wilkins, a resident of Americana Finnmark and an excellent photographer.
As I flipped through the months, the photo from September entitled "The Blue Door",caught my eye.
I do not know why it caught my eye , but as I stared at it, I could hear music coming from behind the door.
It was a woman's voice- I could have sworn it was Sara Gonzalez, and the band could have been Irakere, the solo trumpet was Arturo Sandoval.
I walked up to the door and the smell of cooking hit me- was it ropa vieja maybe a boliche- whatever it was it smelled good and it was making me hungry.
I knocked and the door was slowly opened by an elderly woman.
She looked at me , then she glanced up and down the street and invited me in.
On the stage was Sara Gonzalez, Arturo Sandoval on trumpet, backed by Irakere.
The room was smoky, there were a few tables occupied by some older Cubans, standing around were younger Cubans- the all had drinks, some were smoking cigars.
As I looked around, I noticed a table laden with a variety of Cuban food-ropa vieja, boliche, pescado,croquetas, fried plantains, flan and assorted fruits.
I was offered a chair, and a drink- it was like another world- people were dancing, singing and laughing- have a good time.
After the third drink I was getting dizzy- and needed to lie down- I stood up and everything stopped.
I looked around and found myself in my condo- in Silver Spring-
It was three hours later from the time I started looking at the calendar= where did the time go?
