I found a place to shoot pool the night before last. It is called Bola Ocho (8 Ball). It felt good to have a normal night. Besides having to speak Spanish, it felt like I was back home. I convinced my driver, and new friend, to go with me until I felt safe. The pool hall was really nice. It was much nicer than the ones in the states. There were mostly businessmen in their suits blowing off some steam after work. It was clean, there was no smoking, and there were actually waiters that racked your balls for you after each game. The wings were delicious too!
Melchor shot a couple of games with me, but he had never played and I could tell he was not enjoying himself. He told me he would just sit and keep an eye on me. I shot around by myself when I noticed that the guy at the table next to me was shooting by himself. I asked him, in my broken Spanish, if he would like to play with me. He thought about it for a minute and then said yes. I got REALLY lucky because Antonio speaks some English. More English than I speak Spanish. So, he spoke in English to me all night and I spoke to him in Spanish. I found out he is an artist and an architect. We had so much fun playing together that we agreed to meet up the next night.
The next night we shot a few games of pool and then just sat and talked for a couple hours. I asked him what he was doing the next day after work and he said he was going to fix his mountain bike. Then, he changed his mind. He asked me if I would like to go to Santiago Mexico (about 40 min away from Monterrey). He said he had driven through and really wanted to go spend the day there.
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