Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2012 21:09:16 -0400
From: crazy4u <rnielsen47@gmail.com>
Subject: The Man From Swift Current Chapter 52, GM College, High School

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Chapter Fifty Two - Xalapa

The next morning, Felipe woke us up.  "Boy, you guys were sure active last
night!  You sounded like you were having so much fun I wanted to join you!"
Felipe grinned and playfully punched my shoulder.  "I see that Rick kept
his promise to you."  Seeing my questioning look, he elaborated, "Go look
in the mirror!  You've been marked, again!"

Rick looked at my neck and started laughing, "I marked you really good.
I'm sorry, sweetheart.  I hope you aren't angry with me?"  Rick nibbled on
my ear and pulled me closer to him.

"How can I be angry with you when you only did what I asked you to do?" I
responded grinning widely.

"Good.  Then you won't mind if I give you a matching mark," Rick teased as
he moved his lips to my neck and nipped me.

"No, you don't.  At least, not this morning," I laughed at Rick's hurt
expression.

"You know I love you, Rick," I said.

Rick smiled at me and playfully nipped the back of my neck.  With that I
jumped out of bed giving Felipe an eye full, "I'm getting in the shower."
I reached over and pulled Rick up with me.

"You two are a wonderful sight to behold," Felipe said admiring our well
defined muscles and our morning woodies.  "Are you sure you wouldn't like
to make it a threesome this morning?  You could both fuck me."  He smiled
and gave us a hopeful look.

I looked over at Rick who said, "We can have a make out session with you
but we don't fuck.  We are in a monogamous relationship and we intend to
keep it that way."

Felipe's smile faltered slightly but he managed to keep it pasted on his
face.  He replied, "I had to ask just on the off chance you had changed
your minds and wanted to have an open relationship."

"Thanks for letting us know we still turn you on, Felipe.  I was afraid I
was getting too fat to hold your attention anymore," I said as I puffed out
my stomach and pretended to have a gut.  Felipe burst out laughing, "There
is no way you will ever be fat, Glenn.  You are so skinny you will
disappear if you turn sideways!"

"I am not skinny!" I protested.  "I am just right."

Rick came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.  He hugged me
for a moment and then he slowly ran his hands along my chest and stomach as
he kissed the back of my neck.  I arched my back as he took my morning
woody in his hand and started to stroke me.  I turned my head and met his
lips.  I moaned into Rick's mouth as his tongue battled with mine.  Rick
released me and turned me around to face him.  I leaned against his chest
and pulled him closer to me, molding my body to his.  I looked into Rick's
eyes and said, "I am ready for our shower."

Rick gave me a wicked grin, "So am I."

I took Rick by the hand and led him to the bathroom leaving Felipe sitting
on our bed.

We enjoyed our usual shower routine and returned to finish getting dressed
for the day.  Felipe was sprawled naked across our bed.  It was obvious
that he had just finished jacking off.

Felipe grinned and said, "It made me so horny watching you two that I
needed some relief."

I laughed, "We can see that.  Just make sure you clean up after yourself."

Felipe grabbed the t-shirt he had discarded and wiped himself off and then
helped us strip off the sheets.  He pulled on his briefs and khaki shorts
before he gathered up the sheets and took them down the hall to the laundry
room.  He returned and asked, "Have you packed your things for the trip?"

"What should we take in the way of clothing for our trip?" Rick asked
Felipe.

"Layers would be wise.  It's cold in the mornings but then it warms up
during the day," Felipe instructed.  "I'm taking a light jacket, a sweater
and hat along with my usual jeans and t-shirts."

"We'll do the same.  I'm glad you told us to pack a variety of clothing
before we left Atlanta," I said.

"I'm going to call Mauricio and let him know of Dad's job offer.  I'll meet
you guys downstairs," Felipe said.

"I thought we were going to stop by his apartment instead?" I asked looking
at Felipe.

"Dad says that we can call him so we can be on our way," Felipe said.  He
walked out of our bedroom and left us to finish our preparations for our
trip.

We finished packing our things into one duffel bag and left all the rest of
our stuff for when we returned.  Rick said, "That should do it.  Are we
ready?"

"Yeah, I've even got my camera packed," I said.

"Okay, let's go," Rick said and led the way downstairs with our duffle
hanging over his shoulder.

We entered the kitchen and joined Gary, Oscar and Felipe at breakfast.
Mrs. Martinez brought us a plate of bacon and eggs with toast.

"Thank you, Mrs. Martinez," Rick said.

"You are welcome," Mrs. Martinez responded with a smile.

Felipe said between mouthfuls, "I called Mauricio and he said he would
accept the job.  Dad is going to send one of his employees over to pick him
up so Mauricio can begin his new job today."

Gary said, "That's great, Felipe.  I hope Mauricio will be happy working
for Dad."

Oscar responded, "I'm sure he will because Dad is always thinking of his
employees.  You know that most of the guys have worked for Dad since we
were really little.  You don't build that kind of loyalty if you aren't
taking care of your employees."

Mr. Gomez entered the kitchen, "Yes, boys, it's very important to remember
to treat your employees with respect and dignity.  They will return that
same respect and dignity to you.  I've always treated them fairly and
looked out for their welfare.  They have stood by me through the good and
the bad times.  I am very fortunate to have made many friends among my
employees.  Are you boys ready to go to the bus depot?"

We all nodded our heads, "Then let's get going.  I have a very busy day
ahead of me and need to get back as soon as possible."

We all got up, grabbed our gear and followed Mr. Gomez out to the car.  He
drove us downtown and dropped us off at the Autobuses de Oriente (ADO) bus
depot.  We entered the building and bought our tickets to Xalapa.  We
didn't wait very long since our bus was due to leave in 15 minutes.  So we
followed Felipe outside to where the bus was loading.  We climbed on board
and found seats towards the back of the bus.  The bus was a motor coach
type bus with nicely upholstered seats that reclined.  Rick let me sit next
to the window and put his arm around me and managed to sneak a quick kiss
before anyone else boarded the bus.

Gary stood up behind our seats and tapped Rick on the shoulder, "Sir, could
you restrain yourself, please!"  Gary had a big grin on his face, "I bet
you thought nobody was watching you!"

Rick blushed, "Yeah, I thought I could get away with it since no one is on
board but us."

Oscar chimed in, "Well, you thought wrong.  We're watching you and don't
you forget it!"

They both started laughing and Gary tousled Rick's hair, "We are just
teasing you!  We can't let you keep showing off the fact that you two are
in love."

Rick relaxed in his seat and joined in their laughter, "I can't help it.
Glenn is so sexy I can't keep my hands off of him!"

"Don't go blaming me for your lack of self-control!" I said ducking as Rick
tried to give me a swat up the side of the head.

 "Look who's talking, Mr. Nielsen," Rick said as he ran his hand up and
down the inside of my leg.  "Let's see how long you can hold out!"

"You are wicked, Mr. Lernier!  You know I can't resist you when you do that
to me!" I exclaimed as I started to squirm in my seat.  "Stop teasing me!
I take back everything mean I've ever said about you!"

My pants had gotten really tight and still Rick didn't stop!  "Rick!
You're not playing fair!"

"Who said I played fair?" Rick asked grinning even more wickedly at me.
"I'll let up but no more wise cracks about who doesn't have any
self-control!"

"Okay! Okay!  You win!" I exclaimed trying to stop from making a mess of
myself.  Luckily, Rick let up when he did or it would have been a disaster
for me!  Rick can be so mean sometimes!

Gary said, "Are you guys done, yet?"

"Yes, Gary, we will stop embarrassing you," Rick said laughing.

At that point, the bus left the station and Felipe, who had taken the seat
across the aisle from us, started playing tour guide for us.  He narrated
for us the history of the countryside and pointed out things of interest as
we went.  The most memorable thing was the Pico de Orizaba volcano.  We
could see it away in the distance and it just kept getting bigger and
bigger as we approached Xalapa.  The mountain was still a long ways off and
we could see that it was massive.

The bus entered the bus depot in Xalapa and we got off the bus.  I was a
little stiff from sitting for so long.  I stretched and tried to relieve
the cramps in my legs.  I leaned on Rick as I stretched.  I have to admit I
love taking advantage of every opportunity to put my hands on my man!

Vanesa and Mari were waiting for us inside.  Vanesa said, "Welcome to
Xalapa.  My Dad is outside waiting in the car.  Bring your things."

We followed the girls outside.  The girls led us to an old Chevy pickup
truck without a shell.  Mari said, "Jump in the back with your gear.  It's
a short ride home."

The girls climbed into the cab of the truck with their dad while we climbed
over the tailgate and into the bed of the truck and sat down with our gear.

Mr. Zetina drove us to the western edge of town to a new subdivision and
pulled up in front of nice home.  It looked like someone had picked up a
house from a subdivision in the United States or Canada and set it down
here.  It was a red brick rambler complete with white trim and a roof with
black asphalt shingles.

As we approached the gate it automatically opened and we drove through and
Mr. Zetina parked the truck in the drive way.  Mr. Zetina climbed out.  We
saw that he is a balding man with a graying fringe of long hair which he
had tied back in a ponytail.  He wore small diamond studs in each ear.  He
flashed a brilliant smile and his dark brown eyes seemed to twinkle under
his bushy eyebrows.  My first impression of Mr. Zetina was he must have
been part of the hippy movement in his youth and that had never moved out
that phase of his life.  He was wearing a pair of threadbare jeans and a
muscle shirt that showed off the tattoos on his arms.  He certainly didn't
fit my idea of a professor of archaeology or at least what I thought a
professor would look like.  Most of my professors at Georgia Tech were
pretty stuffy and always dressed formally.

We got out of the truck and were introduced to Mr. Zetina by Vanesa, "These
are the Gomez boys, Oscar, Gary and Felipe.  You spoke with their father
last night."

"Glad to meet you," Mr. Zetina said with a wide grin.

"And this is Rick, who is from the United States, and this is Glenn, who is
from Canada."

"Nice to meet you as well.  Come inside with your things and I will show
you where you'll be staying tonight," Mr. Zetina said.

We followed him inside.  I asked, "Mr. Zetina, where did you learn to speak
English?"

"Please call me Art.  I hate all the formality that comes with being a
professor."

"Sure, Art," I said.

"So to answer your question, I learned English in California.  I attended
college in Los Angeles.  I moved back home to Xalapa after I graduated from
UCLA with my degree in archaeology with a minor in anthropology.  The
University of Veracruz offered me a teaching position and I have been here
ever since.  I speak Italian, German, and French as well.  My parents are
from Spain and insisted that I learn to speak as many languages as
possible.  They moved to Xalapa when I was a teenager when Dad accepted a
position with the university so you could say I've followed in his
footsteps."

"Dad has taught those languages as well," Mari said.  "Here is where you'll
be staying while you're here."  Mari opened a door to a large room filled
with two rows of bunk beds.  It looked like the barracks at a military
installation.

"The beds look like they came out of a military barracks," Rick said when
he saw them.

"They did.  I got them from the Mexican military at a great price.  I like
to have students visit from various parts of the world to study the
archaeological sites surrounding Xalapa but I didn't have the money to
build separate bedrooms so I built one great big room and bought these
bunks and military lockers," Art said.  "Just throw your stuff on one of
the bunks.  There are two bathrooms through those doors.  When you've had
time to freshen up a bit, come join us in the kitchen for some
refreshments."

"Wow!  Can you believe this?" I asked after they had left us.

"Yes.  I'm not surprised given what we've seen of Mr. Zetina thus far,"
Felipe responded.

Oscar said, "Yeah, he seems pretty eccentric to me."

"But isn't that what you would expect from a professor of archaeology?"
Gary asked.

"Only if you believe in stereotypes," Rick said.  "Art doesn't seem to fit
the stereotype of the crazy professor.  He appears to be pretty savvy to
me.  Getting these bunks and putting them to good use is a great idea.  Not
that I love sleeping on bunks but if you want to house a lot of students
for short periods of time, it's perfect.  Come here, Glenn."

I walked over to Rick who pulled me into an embrace and gave me a kiss.
The guys laughed, "Do we need to give you guys some time alone?" Gary
asked.

Rick smiled at me, "Not at the moment.  You don't have to leave the room.
Come on, Glenn.  We're taking a shower.  We'll meet you guys in the
kitchen."  As I walked by Felipe, he grinned at me and gave me the thumbs
up sign.  I love it when Rick acts this way.

A short while later we rejoined the guys in the kitchen where they were
seated with Mari and Vanesa eating cookies and milk.

Gary was the first to comment, "I'm glad you guys could join us.  We were
going to finish off the cookies and milk but Felipe insisted that we save
you some."

We took our seats next to Felipe.  Rick said, "Thanks, Felipe.  You're a
true friend unlike some I know."  Rick laughed as he winked at Gary who
just grinned from ear to ear.

Besides Mari, Vanesa and Art, there was a nice looking young guy sitting
next to Mari.  Mari seeing my questioning glance said, "Glenn and Rick,
this is my baby brother, Antonio, he's 17 years old and attends school with
me."

Antonio smiled, "Nice to meet you.  Call me Tonio.  The only time they call
me Antonio is when I'm in trouble."

"Which is all the time!" Mari said laughing.  "We are all a year apart in
age.  Vanesa is 19, I'm 18 and Tonio is 17."

"Believe me, having three teenagers is a real challenge sometimes," Art
said, "Especially trying to raise them alone.  My wife died two years ago
in a car accident so it's just me and the three children."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Felipe said.

"It's okay," Art said.  "We've adjusted to it now.  We miss her terribly
sometimes."

Art's eyes were bright with tears as he spoke of his wife.  Vanesa stood up
and went over to her dad, "It's okay, Papa.  We miss her, too."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to put a damper on your vacation boys," Art
apologized.  "Let's talk about your plans for the next few days.  Where do
you want to go?"

Felipe explained, "We would like to go to the Archaeology Museum.  Vanesa
and Mari said you could give us a guided tour."

"That would be a great!  I love sharing my love of archaeology with young
people such as yourselves.  What else did you have in mind?" Art asked.

"We want to hike to the Texolo Falls," Felipe said.

"That sounds great.  You'll want to tour the power plant and then hike a
couple miles further to the falls near Xico.  It's a better place to go
swimming if it's warm enough.  You really ought to go to Xico.  That is
where they filmed "Romancing the Stone."  It's an old film but it's Xico's
claim to fame," Art said.

"We plan to spend three days here and then we need to take the bus to
Puebla to pick up my Dad's new car from the Volkswagen factory," Felipe
said.

"Are you going to spend some time in Puebla?" Art asked with interest.

"Yes, Dad wants us to tour the pyramids in Cholula and then drive up to the
pass between the volcanoes," Felipe said.

"That's sound wonderful.  Do you know the history of the two volcanoes?"
Art asked.

"I do but I'm sure you could tell us much more than I know," Felipe said.

I glanced across the table at Vanesa and Mari who smiled and shook their
heads.  They had warned us about getting Art started.  I looked back at
Art, whose face showed his excitement for the opportunity to talk about his
favorite subject, "Thank you Felipe, you are very kind.  Well, when you see
the volcanoes, you need to know their history.  The legend is that
Popocatepetl and Ixtaccihuatl were once humans who were madly in love with
each other.  Ixtaccihuatl's father demanded that Popocatepetl do a great
deed before he could marry his daughter.  While Popocatepetl was away, his
rival sent a message that Popocatepetl had died.  Upon hearing the news,
Ixtaccihuatl fell ill and died.  Popocatepetl returned to find his love had
died and built a funeral pyre in the mountains where he died next to his
beloved.  The Gods, seeing the two lovers' plight, turned the two humans
into the two mountains with Popocatepetl always standing watch over his
beloved Ixtaccihuatl.  Ixtaccihuatl means "White Woman."  The mountain
looks like a woman sleeping."

"You guys will love going there.  El Popo is still an active volcano and
spews ash sometimes," Gary said.

Felipe said, "You saw another volcano as we approached Xalapa.  It's called
Citlaltepetl or El Pico de Orizaba."

Rick asked, "Those names are real tongue twisters.  What language do they
come from?  They don't sound Spanish to me."

Art answered, "You're correct.  They aren't Spanish words.  They are from
Nahuatl.  Nahuatl is the language the Aztecs spoke.  Nahuatl is still
spoken in many parts of central Mexico.  As for the mountains' names,
Citlal means star and tepetl means mountain so Citlaltepetl means "Star
Mountain" and popoca means smoking and tepetl mean mountain so Popocatepetl
means "smoking mountain" which accurately describes the volcano since it
still spews ashes from its summit."

"Can you tell us about the pyramids in Cholula?" I asked.  I didn't know
anything about the ancient civilizations of Mexico so I found Art's
discussion interesting despite the warnings his daughters had given us
about being talked to death by their Dad.

"Yes.  The Great Pyramid of Cholula or Tlachihualtepetl, Nahuatl for
"Artificial Mountain" is really seven pyramids built one on top of another.
Each conquering tribe covered up the vanquished people's center of worship,
their pyramid, and built a new one on top of it to show their superiority
and increase their control of the subjugated population.  It's interesting
to note that the Catholic Church decided to build an enormous church on top
of the hill that now covers the seven pyramids called the Church of Our
Lady of the Remedies," Art explained.

"Is the pyramid anything like the ones in Egypt?" Rick asked.  It seems his
curiosity had been piqued as well.

"Yes and no.  The pyramid in Cholula was built for religious purposes as
were the great pyramids of Egypt.  However, that is where the similarities
end.  In Egypt, the Pharaoh was buried in the pyramid.  In Cholula, the
pyramids were used as a religious site for human sacrifice," Art further
explained.

Art was really starting to warm up to his subject, his entire face was
flush with excitement and he talked in a very animated fashion using his
hands for emphasis.  Before Art could continue, Tonio interrupted, "Dad
shouldn't we show the guys around the house since they will be staying with
us for a few days?"

Art stopped with his mouth open, thinking, then he went on to say, "Yes,
Tonio, you're right we should make our guests feel at home.  Would you take
them on a tour of the property while the girls and I clean up in here?"

"I'd be glad to do that," Tonio said smiling in triumph at his success in
stopping another extended lecture on Mexican pyramids.  "Let's go outside
and I'll introduce you to our dog, Pepe."

Tonio led us back through the house and out onto an enclosed patio where we
met Pepe.  Pepe looked like he was a German Sheppard but not quite as big.
"He's a dog we found wandering around the neighbor and we decided to adopt
him.  What kind of dog he is we don't know but we like him."

Oscar said, "Thanks for rescuing us, Tonio.  I've heard the same
explanations from my Dad many times.  In fact, every time we go to Puebla."

Gary seconded his brother's statements, "Yeah, Tonio, thanks for helping us
out.  I didn't know what to say that wouldn't sound rude.  Oscar and I are
the same age as you.  We will turn 18 in March."

Tonio said, "You are both welcome.  I can't stand hearing Dad's lectures
anymore.  We have been listening to them for years now.  He has gotten even
worse since Mom died."

Felipe asked, "Have you always been able to speak English so well?"

"Yes, Dad insisted that we learn to speak it here at home.  My mother's
family is from a small town high up on the side of Popocatepetl called San
Buenaventura Nealtican.  Most of the inhabitants speak Nahuatl including my
grandparents.  We go to Nealtican often to visit them.  The government
insists that they teach Spanish in the schools there but Spanish is only
spoken when dealing with the government."

"So you speak three languages then: Spanish, English, and Nahuatl?" Rick
asked.

"No, I speak six languages: Spanish, English, German, French, Italian and
Nahuatl.  Dad hired tutors to help all of us learn to speak English,
German, French and Italian since we could already speak the other two
languages.  In his opinion, you aren't educated if you don't speak at least
four different languages." Tonio said laughing.

"Is that because he's from Spain?" I asked.

Tonio replied, "Yes.  Dad has always said that being European requires you
to speak more than just your native tongue.  In his opinion, you need to
know French because it is the language of diplomacy, you need to know
German because they are great at technology, you need to know English
because it has become a global language, you need to know Italian to really
enjoy the great operas and you need to know Spanish because it is the
language of the angels!"

"Wow!  So I have to learn three more languages besides English!  No way!"
Rick exclaimed.  "I'm having trouble with Spanish and English let alone
trying to learn the others."

The twins both shook their heads.  Oscar spoke first, "It's easy to learn
the others.  We have been studying French and Italian at our boarding
school.  Since we already speak Spanish, it's been pretty easy to pick up
those two.  We studied German last year.  Now that was hard!"

Gary said, "No it wasn't!  Your problem was you had a girlfriend and didn't
do any studying, at least not of the academic kind!"

Oscar gave Gary a withering look, "I did too study and Alicia was helping
me!"

"Yeah, right!  Do you think I was blind to what you were doing?  Think,
again, brother dear!" Gary said smiling.

Oscar conceded, "You are right, Gary, but German was still harder to learn
than French or English."

While we were talking, Pepe was kept busy playing catch.  One of us would
through a stick and Pepe would retrieve it.  Then we would throw it, again.

Art came out on the patio and sat down with us.  "Are you guys ready to go
to the museum?"

Felipe answered for us, "Yeah, we're ready.  I'm excited to see the Olmec
stone heads they have there!"

"Good.  Let's go," Art said.

Art loaded us all into his truck and drove us to the Xalapa Anthropology
Museum.  The museum was really cool.  Art, of course, played the part of
tour guide.  He explained everything to us about each exhibit.  Outside on
the museum grounds we took pictures standing next to the giant Olmec stone
heads.  My mind was on total overload by the time we finished seeing all
there was to see in the museum.

Art kept on talking about the fabulous things in the museum even after we
returned to his home.  Mari and Vanesa found a hideout in the kitchen as
they helped prepare the evening meal leaving me and the rest of the guys at
Art's mercy.

After a light supper, Art finally stopped his lecture.  "I'm sorry guys.  I
always get carried away.  What time do you want to leave for the falls in
the morning?"

Felipe replied, "We should be on our way by 9 AM at the latest."

"I agree with you, Felipe.  I will make sure I wake you up before I leave
for the university," Art said.

We all said good night and retired to our bunk beds.  Rick and I pushed two
of the bunks together so we could sleep together and quickly jumped in bed.
I was so tired from traveling all day that I must have fallen asleep as
soon as my head hit the pillow because I don't remember anything else until
Art came in to wake us up.

We enjoyed the rest of our visit with the Zetina family.  Vanesa and Mari
joined us as did Tonio.  Gary and Oscar flirted with the girls the entire
time!  As a result, Tonio spent a lot of time with us and Felipe.  As we
were getting ready to leave for the falls, Tonio asked, "Are you guys gay?"

Rick said, "Yes, we are and so is Felipe."

Tonio looked at Felipe, "I thought so.  How can you be so open about loving
a guy?"

"We have to be very careful because there is so much hatred and prejudice
against gays in the United States," Rick said.

Felipe said, "It is worse here for gay men."

Tonio agreed, "Yes, it is worse here.  If anyone even thinks you might be
gay, you could end up dead."

"What about the police?" I asked.

"You don't go to the police.  They are worse than not having police.  Most
of them demand bribes from you even if you haven't done anything wrong.
Murders happen and the perpetrators are never brought to justice," Tonio
said.

 Mari and Vanesa entered the room and Tonio stopped talking.  Mari asked,
"Are we ready to go?"

"Yes, we are ready," I answered.

"Then let's go," Mari said.

She led us out of the house and down to the main highway where we waited
for a bus.  We took the bus out to the coffee plantation that surrounds
Texolo Falls and hiked down to the water fall.  As we passed between the
coffee bushes, Rick wanted to ask some questions of the workers.  So Felipe
stopped and talked to some of the workers who were harvesting the coffee
beans.  Felipe acted as a translator so Rick could ask his questions.

Rick asked them, "What are these trees growing in the between the coffee
plants?"

They responded, "They are orange trees.  We planted them to provide shade
for the coffee plants.  They grow well here but there is more money in
harvesting the coffee beans than in harvesting the oranges.  We just let
them ripen and fall off the trees."

"I can't believe that they let all that fruit just rot away.  Why wouldn't
they at least try to make some use of it?" I asked.

Felipe asked the question and got the response, "We don't have time to
waste on them.  The oranges don't bring in enough money to even pay our
wages."

"I'm still amazed they aren't used for something else," I said
incredulously.

Felipe said, "If they were bananas, they would harvest them but since they
are oranges they don't.  There are many varieties of bananas that grow in
Veracruz.  Most of them bring good money in the markets.  We will have to
buy some and let you sample the different ones.  My favorites are the
mini-bananas.  They are very sweet and taste just like candy.  There are
red ones which are good, too."

The workers offered to let us wear their harvesting gear while we took
pictures of each other picking the coffee.  They showed us how to tell if a
coffee berry is ripe enough to harvest.

We reached the falls a short while later and played in the water.  Around
noon, we walked down to the power plant where the plant manager took us on
a tour of the facility.  We ate our lunch there and then hiked further
upstream to the falls near Xico.  After swimming under the falls, we
continued our hike to Xico where Art met us and brought us back to the
house.

We spent the next two days exploring the city of Xalapa with our friends as
guides.  We visited the main city square.  Of course, we visited the campus
of the university where Art introduced us to many of his colleagues.

Gary and Oscar managed to find plenty of time to become very well
acquainted with the Vanesa and Mari.  Rick, Felipe and I hung out with
Tonio which suited us just fine!  Tonio is a good looking guy and we
discovered that he's got a wicked sense of humor!

One evening when everyone else had gone to bed, Felipe asked Tonio, "Are
you gay?"

Tonio didn't answer at first but then he said, "I don't know, Felipe.
Sometimes, I am very attracted to the girls at school and I have had
several relationships with them.  But at the same time, I have been
attracted to the guys on our soccer team.  I haven't dared even breathe a
word to them because I am afraid they would kill me."

Felipe asked, "Would it be okay if I kissed you?"

Tonio smiled, "Yes.  I have wanted to kiss you since I saw you."

Felipe pulled Tonio close to him and kissed him passionately.  When he
pulled back, he asked, "How did you like that?"

Tonio smiled but didn't answer.  He pulled off his t-shirt and then helped
Felipe out of his before he kissed Felipe, again.