BACKGROUND: I never entertain local outcalls to my flat here in London. If need b I partake in visiting some of the lasses in their own abode in an incall. Early this year, I got some visible exposure on the tele. while the verall press was not bad for myself or the firm, it had consequences - one of my favourite lass, recognized, forcing myself to further fine-tune my puntering habits. This was also testbed for future trip to dangrous places, where I intend to import chicas rather than try finding a local
THE LASSES: I had enjoyed company of a semi, part-timer from Buenos Aires, that I met way back in 2000. This lovely works in a mundane job @ a financial institution. Evenings she hung out in a club. Another, a technician too was a freelancer. Finally a tica from Costa Rica, who I had partaken the company of [ see an earlier report ]
THE DANCE: I had email and phone numbers of these and a few others. So, I had toyed around with the idea for sometime. With state of pesos in a free fall, some things became quite affordable. I asked if these lasses would like to see Londres {London} Paris if I sent them a ticket.
LOGISTICS: Argentinian and Costarican nationals do not require Visa for for UK or Schengen countries. Costa Rica was a slight problem because of transit through US. I had a few DBC coupons for BA, and a couple for AF. I asked the two Buenos Aires lasses to register themselves with BA's & AFs FF programs and send me the FF numbers. That being taken care of I had one ticketed and reserved on BA, the other on AF. I walked up to local CTOs and paid for the tickets. Every year, I spend one week during summer in a University in Paris doing a seminar, a workshop and some joint work. In Paris, a Short Time encounter is quite a hefty change, importing a lovely makes it affordable, So I had the second chica over to Paris. The fare EZE-CDG-EZE was approx 940 EUR {920USD}.
PARIS: Friday morning, I arrived in Paris, checked into a small cosy B&B round the corner from the building where I was to give the seminar. Met up with my host and another colleague, went to a small favourite bistro of ours. We had two bottles of wine between the three of us this early afternoon - Oh! what luxuries academia allows.....
Next morning, I had a taxi cab take me to the airport, awaiting for my lovely lass. I took a coffee and stood right outside the customs area, sipping away. Luckily, my chica had focussed right on me as she got out. Same glitter and excitement. This time, I asked her what she was feeling - All she could say was -- "Paris Paris oh si oh si " We stand in the line for a taxi-cab for fifteen minutes or so. We are both glued to each other, she more than I was eager to show affection in public. We arrive to our room in the B&B, and urgently pursue passionate exploration of each other. Immediately, I picked her up and luxuriously lathered and showered her up, in bathroom, and let her rest. When she woke up in the evening, we had a relaxed, and lazy tasting of each other. We walked up to the canal and I took her to a boat ride, which thrilled her to no end. We supped at a Belgian Bistro, with good belgian beer. Sunday, I took her to the Louvre, showed her the cathedral, sat down in the outside cafe and had light lunch, more places to see. Dinner and back to the room.
FINANCIALS: I bought her a 5 day Visit Paris Pass, and gave her 30EUR/day for expenses. Being that I finished my work at the deptt. early afternoon, She used to come back, and we'd go eat and roam he city. One night I took her to a two star restaurant for dinner. Woke up early Saturday morning and took her to EuroDisney. Came back midnight dead tired and hungry. Ate in the corner cafe. I also took her shopping one day, I bought her a perfume from Gallery Laffyette (sp ?) - and a scarf from a boutique store and paid for things she bought for her sister and mother. As she was boarding the flight back I slipped her 300GBP to spend on the duty-free shops.
REFLECTIONS: I'm constantly amazed at the passion, sweetness and openness of the chicas from Latin American countries. While there was a degree of direct financial transaction when I was in Buenos Aires with these chicas. Here, none of it was even discussed, it was just plain fun vacation for them with a chance to see something that might not have been easily achievable. The emotional high she experienced was reflected that only time she shut her mouth was when it was occupied
In the past I had not known her to be so verbal. I do not know how a full-timer in Buenos Aires would have negotiated this vacation -