During the great fish dinner, which was just enough for everybody, and as a matter of fact very well done by the chef of the Hotel, (I don’t remember the name). The food, wine and conversation went on, while Tad was just staring at me across the table and couldn’t take his eyes of me. So my partner was not feeling that great, so he pay the bill or sign for it, and retired to the room, not feeling good it all. So, some of us proceeded to go out and sit by the tables outside, where many a time Liz Taylor and Richard Burton would sit to drink.
Ludmila in Bora Bora with Jack
Some people went to discos or to another bar by the sea, but we sat there just talking and holding hands. He said come with me hitchhiking through Central America down to Venezuela! We’ll see your brother in the jungle and then I will be on my way to the corrida de toros in Pamplona, since I promised my friends I would be there this year. Then we’ll see each other when I am back in L.A or if you want to come with me to Spain….. Boy o boy I was not aware how far into the alcohol I was? Of course anything seems possible any time under Mr. Buzz..
It was not easy to say goodbye to my future partner , of course not any more business or anything else, as of the moment I told him I was going to Central America and to Venezuela to see my brother, he knew better by then, what was going on? Lets call him Mr X . With him I had a horrible situation; he almost did not want to give me back my passport, since he paid the hotel and flight and meals. I did not explain nada to him except that I was not coming back to L. A with him, that I am coming to Yelapa, so I left him there, with no remorse.
Cuernavaca whit friends and Tad
Tad and I went on our merry go round into the next town by the beach on the other side of Puerto Vallarta, Yelapa, In those years there were no roads or any way to go to this place, except by horse or mule or by boat. That was how the provisions arrived there, all the food and water; as we approached the place we saw its indescribable beauty, so unique, mountains going high and all over them green jungle surrounding like a coat, and cliffs dropping to the sea. There were no beaches except where we were arriebe in the boat, we walked up and up the little dirt road full of palms trees and jungle shrubs,when we got out of the boat. I remember that Octavio, my Chilean friend, had a wife living there with her new husband, she was there and invited us to her gorgeous tall and spacious Palapa. There was an incredible boutique of very fine things that the rich tourist went crazy for!. Tad met Ruth and she welcomed us, then offered us a drink — well, not any drink but one especially made for her by the indians in the mountain tops, real Mezcal that was so smooth and delicious that I ask for refill of course, and a second and a third one. Tad he was O.K. with one drink but not me!
We found a cabana in the rocky area almost touching the water so it was possible to get in the water carefully, we stayed there for three nights and it was fun. I drank all the time, he read all the time, and it seemed the romance was progressing because we did not argue or step on each other toes. In the center of this mini pueblo there was an open bar and once in awhile they had movies. One particular night they had one, and what a surprise I could not believe here in God’s place they were playing “ Kaliman” In this Mexican film was my friend of the parties in Hollywood and Mexico City Jeff Cooper!
Ludmila whit a German Von Boron in Cuernavaca
Staying there I remembered Bora Bora with my ex husband Jack, where we had a different time, cocaine and making love everywhere on the water, on the long solitary beaches and even in the golf cart! That was a little different from this intellectual romantic trip with Tad, but…
From there we went on to Cuernavaca, where I invited us to the house of Maria, my German friend. Her father was a well known archaeologist. She had a very romantic house, with beautiful landscaping, flowering gardens and trees everywhere, this was in Tepoztlan just few minutes outside of Cuernavaca…
The Ludmila Confessions 
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