The Amazing Days that followed…..

When the sun had gone down on “The Sunset Cruise”***** the days that followed were phenomenal. I had got to know Albina’s friends; Regina Akchurina, Irina Sam, Karina Sharipova we all hung out together along with; Gary Lawson, Jack Hook, Mike Leitmeyer, Kevin McConnell. We often gathered at Horn’s Bar for dancing and drinks….then on to Island Slice Pizza for an after party snack or The Sea Biscuit Café where Albina and I ordered a Whitefish Sandwich that was served on Russian Black Bread coleslaw, it was something different to her palate… she adoringly referred to it as fish and apple….. and on late, late nights we would go to Goodfellows where Winston (my roommate) and the late night chef would make extremely spicy flavored chicken wings. The smell of the horses, new arriving tourist either by ferry or yacht, the aroma of caramel flavored popcorn, and of course the delicious Mackinac Island fudge had all but become a part of our lives as Islanders. People gathering in Marquette Park played various sports and Boys and Girl Scouts displayed their pride as they marched to raise and lower the American Flag… than periodically the boom of the cannon that was fired from Fort Mackinac. There was a day when Albina, Regina and he boyfriend Gary visited me at Metivier Inn…once again I saw Albina’s passion for photography exude itself…. we all walked up the path that led to the back of Metivier to the astonishing Gardens amerced you in an array of color… flowers and trees… she  enthusiastically photograph them..

“I have to go back to work,” I said as I kissed her lips and headed in … as Albina, Gary and Regina their session I to had a session of my own to finish…more Russian words from my boys. I often placed the new words I learned in the notes section of my cell phone… when Albina saw me scrolling threw to find the she laughed…..I had intended to put as many word as I could fit in this little thing. perhaps the entire language…if it would only fit.

And when Albina was at work and I was off I visited the shops on Main Street… looking for something for Albina…I wondered in and out of; Nadia’s, La Galerie, Lilacs and Lace…The Loon Feather and many others…  and even traveled off Island to Mackinaw City… still unable to find what I wanted… the nearest big city from Mackinaw City was Gaylord Petoskey which was a 3 hour roundtrip… and I would most likely miss the ferry. I didn’t give up though… I eventually Found what I was looking for… It was now 23 days since August 2nd, 2011 the day I first laid eyes on  Albina Tagirova (a gorgeous woman from Ufa, Russia I had met at Mission Point Resorts Activity Center on Mackinac Island…and fallen in love). After that initial “Привет*”and an unforgettable evening at Horn’s Bar** the four days that lingered between Horn’s… and that night only by Loves design our paths crossed again on Jamaican Independence Day*** and of course our first date****, Albina and Regina came again to visit me at Metivier… we made plans to see each other at our bench in front of Mission Point. August 25, 2011.   IMG_1987 IMG_2003 IMG_1496IMG_1514IMG_1515 IMG_2448 IMG_2458

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Привет* https://alittlesmilephoto.wordpress.com/2013/11/02/i-finally-found-who-i-was-looking-for/
Horn’s Bar** https://alittlesmilephoto.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/august-3rd-2011-the-day-after-i-fell-in-love-after-saying-hello-to-albina/
Jamaican Independence Day*** https://alittlesmilephoto.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/a-night-to-remember-the-bonfire/
our first date**** https://alittlesmilephoto.wordpress.com/2013/12/06/a-romantic-walk-to-annes-tablet-our-first-date/

A Chilly/Hot Evening on the BoardWalk

When I arose the next morning I walked to Metivier Inn to have breakfast, but todays breakfast was a  more delightful…

“What’s up,” I said to Kevin as I walked past the front desk…

Yes!! my coworker had finally returned,… even more fantastic I had the day off. I had planned to go to Mission Point Gym to exercise, but my main reason was to see Albina. The mornings were always special at Metivier Inn, I really enjoyed sitting down and chatting with the people who became my second family, and since Metivier Inn is a Bed & Breakfast I also had the opportunity to eat with the guest that stayed at the Inn. After a light breakfast I walked back to Harts Inn, put on my exercise gear and rode my bike to the gym. As fate would have it Albina and Regina were returning from breakfast.

“Good morning… how was breakfast?” I asked. As we walked up and embraced each other.

“It was o.k. I’m full,” Albina replied.

I told Albina that Kevin had returned and asked if she would like to see each other after she got off work. “Of course!” she said. I hugged Albina once more and placed a kiss on her forehead. We made our plans to meet up again later on at 7pm which gave me time to exercise, freshen up and also take a nap. I watched as Albina and Regina walked into the employee entrance to the Quorum, my heart was finally happy…. I am happy….Pow” from the Black Eyed Peas began to play.

Later on after my work out….he alarm on my cell phone rang loudly, it was 6pm… I had only taken a cat nap, but it was enough to get me by. I had pre ironed my white dress/casual shirt and black denim jeans, so all I had to do was shower, get dressed and put on cologne. From Market Street to Main as I walked the aroma of Mackinac Island Fudge encompassed the air as I walked past the various fudge shops. I briefly stopped at Baxter’s Coin Shop that I saw featured in the movie “Somewhere In Time” and smiled. Tourist  zig-zagged through the streets on their bikes, horses steadily strode, and dock porters carried guest luggage on their bikes through the chaos of Main Street. When I made it to Mission Point Albina was approaching our bench. I crossed the street, she was elated to see me, as she turned around wearing a short-sleeved black Mario shirt similar to the one she wore that unforgettable night Horn’s with subtle grayish colored cargo shorts that tied at the bottom. As we headed to town….

 

“Smile!,” Karina was standing on a small mound at Mission Point Glow Golf Course with Albina’s camera.

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I an excited moment we smiled, hugged as Albina slightly kicked her leg back, I could hear the shutter of camera… click….

“Thank You'” Karina said, than we continued toward town Albina tucked her arm under mine and snuggled close as we walked.I wanted to stop by Island Slice Pizza for her to get a bite to eat, but as always she had already eaten…This evenings air had taken a chill to it, I wondered would it get much colder… because I planned for us to walk the shoreline. When we reached the edge of town just past the Mackinac Island Library we sat on an old wooden bench and listened to the water splash against the shore. I revisited some of the conversation we had on our first date, but his one was about a family and marriage… I soon noticed that Albina’s breathing had changed when I said the word “marriage”… Albina’s breathing had stopped. I could only imagine the ecstasy of the word as it plunged Albina’s heart and mind into the moment women have dreamt of as little girls…the part of life where you have found the one you love and wish to spend forever with.

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“Breathe,” I said with a smile

“you’ve done it again,” I chuckled. This wasn’t the first time this happened it also occurred during our date at Anne’s Tablet, the same reaction to subject at hand. We began to talk about Albina’s life in Russia, that is when I learned about her love for photography than I asked

“Do you know any of my boys (referring to Ayrat, Ilgiz, Timur and Ruslan)?”

Chill bumps began to form on Albina’s arms. I moved closer, wrapped my arms around her than vigorously rubbed her arms to keep her warm. Something also arrived along with the cold air that rushed ashore from Lake Huron…bats, the bats were quite native to Mackinac Island for anyone who has stayed on The Island were used to seeing them. Mini swarms flew past us, sometimes circling the bench, others flying aimlessly up and down the street and shoreline. I figured to had gotten much colder than I wanted it to be for Albina… and the night was no longer young, we were close to Harts Inn and I anticipated the temperature dropping as the hours went on, I’ll grab us jackets for the walk back to Mission Point. We got up from the bench and walked to Harts Inn, we walked up the steep stairs that led to my room…. I picked up a black jacket for me to wear and a gray hooded sweater that zipped up the front for Albina. I helped Albina put the sweater on and zipped it, it was quite big on her but she looked cute wearing my oversized sweater… than put on my black jacket, as we headed out I turned off the lights as I held her hand to walk her down the stairs.

“I Love You,” smoothly imparted from Albina’s lips breaking the silence….. and just as the final word fell from her lips…our fate is sealed.

“I Love You,” expediently from mine lips as well. I quickly turned around on the steps, and took a step up toward Albina… her breathing had once again changed as it had on the bench, but this time it continued as she breathed heavier…I picked her up, throwing the door ajar as we forced our way back into the room.. as my breathing also had changed corresponding with hers….I could feel her breath press its way from her mouths as our lips drew closer… I grasped her hair when our lips enveloped…passionately we kissed one another as our breathing climaxed… I unzipped the recently fastened sweater as I laid her on the bed. Suddenly…without notice…. the downstairs door opened… it was my roommate Winston coming home from working both jobs…. Oops!….. When we realized the downstairs door had opened we began the task of regaining our composure… I lifted Albina from the bed and re-zipped the sweater. The moment of passion had subsided…we made our way down the stairs like we started… we held each other in a frenzy of emotions as made our way back to Mission Point to end our evening. I walked Albina back to the path and we kissed again for the final time of the evening..

“Good Night,”

…. and we both said…. “I LOVE YOU”

Now we take a voyage around Mackinac Island….by sea.

A Night at Horn’s…”Booty Night August 3rd, 2011″ The Story of How I met My Wife.

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As the evening crept in, the anticipation of “Booty Night” at Horn’s Bar filled the air. Wednesday was always a night to look forward to, but this Wednesday unbeknownst to me would be like no other. I put on one of my favorite denim pants, along with a pin-striped French cuff shirt. I lightly sprayed on my cologne, brushed my teeth and departed from the room at Harts Inn that I shared with my roommate Winston. When I began my decent from Market Street I could feel the electricity in the air. Islanders come out in droves. I heard the distinct sounds of women’s heels click-clack against the pavement, along with laughs, giggles and an occasional “Wah-Gwon” (Jamaican Patwa for What’s going on?)?

 When I rounded the corner I could hear the music blaring from Horn’s. Like always the dynamic DJ Brevon was at it again. The sidewalk was like a spectacle… the melting pot of The Island was all here and in full force; Americans, Asians, the Turkish, Jamaicans filled the streets, but my interest wasn’t in the crowd that had formed. I was waiting a particular group to show up.

I then made my way past the sidewalk mayhem and into Horn’s.

The bass and vibration of the enormous speakers could be felt in every fiber of my body. I looked to the left and DJ Brevon saw me with his earphones rested on his shoulder, we gave our usual head-nod and bro-hug, then it seemed he was ready to kick it up a notch. The crowd was thick people were everywhere; the dance floor, the bar, the tables even the bathrooms.

 

This is “Booty Night”.

 

I fought my way through the crowd to the bar, ordered my drink and maneuvered back toward the front of Horn’s. Tonight I planned to just be a spectator…but the music began to make me move. Subconsciously I began to sway to the music I noticed my dance partners looking at me they laughed, walked to me and…

“I thought you weren’t dancing tonight?”

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders “I’m just moving to the music.”

More people entered Horn’s making it almost impossible to move without bumping into someone…that’s how I liked it!

I put my drink on the table and it was as though the voice of the artist on the song disappeared, now I could only feel the thump of the bass, everything suddenly seemed move in slow motion: the music, the crowd around me dancing, time (it had nothing to do with what I had drank)..what was going on…what happened…the atmosphere had changed, but why?

THE RUSSIANS had finally showed up!

It felt like everything paused for that moment.

I turned back around after setting my drink down, and for the strangest reason even today I cannot explain, a path from the door to me suddenly cleared, as if people were parted…

 And to my pleasant surprise the same beautiful woman I said “привет (hello)” to just a few days ago lightly walked down that path toward me. She wore a black shirt adorned with the Mario Brother characters, perfect form fitted stone-washed black jeans and a pink and orange purse strapped across her shoulder. Her eyes those gorgeous eyes pierced their way even in the darkness of Horn’s… she tip-toed closer to me… (but where did all those people go)

 

“You said you would dance with me, are you ready to dance?” Albina asked with an adoring smile.

Though I thought I was prepared…I wasn’t. My heart rate picked up, and I became nervous but I played it off by being macho…and I could barely utter….

“Ummm give me a sec”. I could’ve taken a lifetime to prepare to see her and I still would not have been prepared.

I had never been so awe stricken before.  

“O.k., ” Albina said as she went back outside to join her friends Regina, Irina, Karina, Gary Lawson and it seems like all of Mission Point accompanied them. As I tried to calm myself for the dance with Albina (and by the way I’m a terrific dancer so I should not have had to prepare, but this time I was different) she began to dance with her friends from M.P. and almost like he was on cue, DJ Brevon put the evening into overdrive!

I was now ready to dance…but it seems because I tried to play it cool before Albina’s, dance card was monopolized.

Had I missed my opportunity?

Had I waited too long?

As the songs played and people danced my chance arose… Albina was dancing by herself I made my way toward her. I held her close, I could smell it scent of her hair, as she sashayed her rear against the front of me, her back to me she rested head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist holding her hips as we moved, slowly to the beat of the music commanded, and like before everything was moved in slow motion. The heat we created by dancing gave me pure ecstasy; she closed her eyes as if in a trance. Sweat beads began to form on my brow, Albina’s face glistened as droplets formed on her face.

I turned her around to face me she smiled; I pulled her body closer I wanted to move as though we were making love on the dance floor. Sweat began to trickle down, our lips drew near I could feel her breathe and she mine, the passion, our movements was engulfing us.

 Suddenly Karina interrupted us not knowing how much passion radiating from the both of us, she asked Albina to step outside with her a minute, our moment was over.

 My heart still pounding I thought….

 “I’ll dance again when she comes back.”

 2pm drew to a close, it was almost time for Horn’s to close, and after waiting the rest of the night for a second dance, (which never happened) I was ready to leave… but something happened.

Just like the parting of the crowd, fate intervened.

Two guys began to argue and a table was knocked over!

This hasn’t happened before….bouncers converged on the situation, using my street-smarts; I understood being in an enclosed area if a fight breaks out isn’t good, so I left the bar and went outside. I did a thorough scan of the area.

 NO Albina!

 I went back in for Albina, I wanted to protect her, to make sure she was alright. And I found her.

 Later I found out the commotion was over Albina’s friend Karina. After speaking more to Albina, Irina, Regina, and Karina I said, “It’s not good for you girls to stay here.” I didn’t want them in any trouble.

 “I’ll walk you girls home.”

 I saw my Russian friend and co-worker Timur, he said he would walk with us, than a group formed we all began to stroll toward Mission Point, but the group quickly thinned out…some walked faster, others went in different directions…until it was just Albina, Irina and Me. We spoke about the incident on the walk back to Mission Point.

 Albina was concerned for her friend Karina because once the commotion was outside the police asked Karina to come to the station to recall the events that took place. Albina continued to look back waiting to see Karina catch up to us. She never did. Even at this juncture Albina and I really hadn’t discussed how we felt about the other. Nothing about the fact that I had fallen in love when I said “Hi” to her two days ago, and at that very instant Albina fell in love with me. Albina was still worrying about Karina as we drew closer to the Quorum, she wanted to wait up for her but it was late and I suggested she get some rest because she had to work early in the morning.

 “Everything’s going to be alright,” I proclaimed

 She peaked down the street on last time I could still the concern in her face,

 “Everything’s going to be alright,” I repeated trying to reassure her.

 “Get some rest, good night Albina”.

 “Good night,” she said with a soft crackle in her voice. She gracefully walked to the entrance and into the building. I sighed, I wish I could have told her how I felt, but my spirits were down because there was nothing I could do to comfort her about Karina.

 But as I turned too walked away…on a sky blue bicycle, rode Karina, her braided hair blowing ever so gently….

 “Yes” I thought full of glee, Karina’s here Albina will find comfort. I began my journey back towards Market Street; to Harts awaiting our next encounter but…..

 “unbeknownst” as the night had begun, the woman I met at Mission Point Gym was in love with me and she wanted to express her feeling but didn’t know how, just as I didn’t…

 

But our next encounter would have to wait…..for four days ….but the next time we met…

 

Our feelings would be set ablaze “Bon Fire Night”

A Night at Horn’s…”Booty Night August 3rd, 2011″ The Story of How I met My Wife.

As the evening crept in, the anticipation of “Booty Night” at Horn’s Bar filled the air. Wednesday was always a night to look forward to, but this Wednesday unbeknownst to me would be like no other.I put on one of my favorite denim pants, along with a pin-striped French cuff shirt. I lightly sprayed on my cologne, brushed my teeth and departed from the room at Harts Inn that I shared with my roommate Winston. When I began my decent from Market Street I could feel the electricity in the air. Islanders come out in droves. I heard the distinct sounds of women’s heels click-clack against the pavement, along with laughs, giggles and an occasional “Wah-Gwon” (Jamaican Patwa for What’s going on?)?

 When I rounded the corner I could hear the music blaring from Horn’s. Like always the dynamic DJ Brevon was at it again. The sidewalk was like a spectacle… the melting pot of The Island was all here and in full force; Americans, Asians, the Turkish, Jamaicans filled the streets, but my interest wasn’t in the crowd that had formed. I was waiting a particular group to show up.

I then made my way past the sidewalk mayhem and into Horn’s.

The bass and vibration of the enormous speakers could be felt in every fiber of my body. I looked to the left and DJ Brevon saw me with his earphones rested on his shoulder, we gave our usual head-nod and bro-hug, then it seemed he was ready to kick it up a notch. The crowd was thick people were everywhere; the dance floor, the bar, the tables even the bathrooms…..

 This is “Booty Night”.

I fought my way through the crowd to the bar, ordered my drink and maneuvered back toward the front of Horn’s. Tonight I planned to just be a spectator…but the music began to make me move. Subconsciously I began to sway to the music I noticed my dance partners looking at me they laughed, walked to me and…

“I thought you weren’t dancing tonight?”

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders “I’m just moving to the music.”

More people entered Horn’s making it almost impossible to move without bumping into someone…that’s how I liked it! I put my drink on the table and it was as though the voice of the artist on the song disappeared, now I could only feel the thump of the bass, everything suddenly seemed move in slow motion: the music, the crowd around me dancing, time (it had nothing to do with what I had drank)..what was going on…what happened…the atmosphere had changed, but why?

THE RUSSIANS had finally showed up!

It felt like everything paused for that moment.

I turned back around after setting my drink down, and for the strangest reason even today I cannot explain, a path from the door to me suddenly cleared, as if people were parted…

 And to my pleasant surprise the same beautiful woman I said “привет (hello)” to just a few days ago lightly walked down that path toward me. She wore a black shirt adorned with the Mario Brother characters, perfect form fitted stone-washed black jeans and a pink and orange purse strapped across her shoulder. Her eyes those gorgeous eyes pierced their way even in the darkness of Horn’s… she tip-toed closer to me… (but where did all those people go)

 “You said you would dance with me, are you ready to dance?” Albina asked with an adoring smile.

Though I thought I was prepared…I wasn’t. My heart rate picked up, and I became nervous but I played it off by being macho…and I could barely utter….

“Ummm give me a sec”. I could’ve taken a lifetime to prepare to see her and I still would not have been prepared.

I had never been so awe stricken before.  

“O.k., ” Albina said as she went back outside to join her friends Regina, Irina, Karina, Gary Lawson and it seems like all of Mission Point accompanied them. As I tried to calm myself for the dance with Albina (and by the way I’m a terrific dancer so I should not have had to prepare, but this time I was different) she began to dance with her friends from M.P. and almost like he was on cue, DJ Brevon put the evening into overdrive!

I was now ready to dance…but it seems because I tried to play it cool before Albina’s, dance card was monopolized.

Had I missed my opportunity?

Had I waited too long?

As the songs played and people danced my chance arose… Albina was dancing by herself I made my way toward her. I held her close, I could smell it scent of her hair, as she sashayed her rear against the front of me, her back to me she rested head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist holding her hips as we moved, slowly to the beat of the music commanded, and like before everything was moved in slow motion. The heat we created by dancing gave me pure ecstasy; she closed her eyes as if in a trance. Sweat beads began to form on my brow, Albina’s face glistened as droplets formed on her face.

I turned her around to face me she smiled; I pulled her body closer I wanted to move as though we were making love on the dance floor. Sweat began to trickle down, our lips drew near I could feel her breathe and she mine, the passion, our movements was engulfing us.

 Suddenly Karina interrupted us not knowing how much passion radiating from the both of us, she asked Albina to step outside with her a minute, our moment was over.

 My heart still pounding I thought….

 “I’ll dance again when she comes back.” 2pm drew to a close, it was almost time for Horn’s to close, and after waiting the rest of the night for a second dance, (which never happened) I was ready to leave… but something happened.

Just like the parting of the crowd, fate intervened.

Two guys began to argue and a table was knocked over!

This hasn’t happened before….bouncers converged on the situation, using my street-smarts; I understood being in an enclosed area if a fight breaks out isn’t good, so I left the bar and went outside. I did a thorough scan of the area.

 NO Albina!

 I went back in for Albina, I wanted to protect her, to make sure she was alright. And I found her.  Later I found out the commotion was over Albina’s friend Karina. After speaking more to Albina, Irina, Regina, and Karina I said, “It’s not good for you girls to stay here.” I didn’t want them in any trouble.

 “I’ll walk you girls home.”

 I saw my Russian friend and co-worker Timur, he said he would walk with us, than a group formed we all began to stroll toward Mission Point, but the group quickly thinned out…some walked faster, others went in different directions…until it was just Albina, Irina and Me. We spoke about the incident on the walk back to Mission Point.

 Albina was concerned for her friend Karina because once the commotion was outside the police asked Karina to come to the station to recall the events that took place. Albina continued to look back waiting to see Karina catch up to us. She never did. Even at this juncture Albina and I really hadn’t discussed how we felt about the other. Nothing about the fact that I had fallen in love when I said “Hi” to her two days ago, and at that very instant Albina fell in love with me. Albina was still worrying about Karina as we drew closer to the Quorum, she wanted to wait up for her but it was late and I suggested she get some rest because she had to work early in the morning.

 “Everything’s going to be alright,” I proclaimed

 She peaked down the street on last time I could still the concern in her face,

 “Everything’s going to be alright,” I repeated trying to reassure her.

 “Get some rest, good night Albina”.

 “Good night,” she said with a soft crackle in her voice. She gracefully walked to the entrance and into the building. I sighed, I wish I could have told her how I felt, but my spirits were down because there was nothing I could do to comfort her about Karina.

 But as I turned too walked away…on a sky blue bicycle, rode Karina, her braided hair blowing ever so gently….

 “Yes” I thought full of glee, Karina’s here Albina will find comfort. I began my journey back towards Market Street; to Harts awaiting our next encounter but…..

 “unbeknownst” as the night had begun, the woman I met at Mission Point Gym was in love with me and she wanted to express her feeling but didn’t know how, just as I didn’t…

 But our next encounter would have to wait…..for four days ….but the next time we met…

 Our feelings would be set ablaze “Bon Fire Night”

August 3rd 2011 The Day After I fell In Love After Saying Hello to Albina

August 3rd 2011. I awoke that morning after my lengthy workout at the gym and my muscles were aching, along with something else…. my tooth. When I went to work at The Metivier Inn, I asked my Russian friend Ayrat (he was tall and thin with black hair which he wore it in a close crop cut) about my new found place in Russia named Ufa. I was interested to know where in relation was it to his hometown Kazan, Russia his hometown.

 “Why do you ask?” he questioned.

“I met a woman from there yesterday, but I can’t quite remember her name” (it’s only because Albina’s name was different, like trying to remember Enel after hearing it for the first time).

 “I know a lot of girls from Ufa, Russia where did you meet her?”……

 “Mission Point Resort,” I answered with enthusiasm.

 “What did she look like?” I was hoping he at least knew her name, so I described the beautiful woman I had encountered…but Ayrat did not recall of whom I spoke.

As the day continued my tooth began to bother me even more. I needed a dentist. My boss told me there was a dentist on Mackinac Island, and of all places the office was at Mission Point Resort. When I got off work I made it a priority to go to Mission Point Resort, I showered changed clothes and I was on my way. When I arrived at Mission Point Resort and before I went to the dentist office I detoured to the gym, I thoroughly walked around hoping for another glimpse of her, I searched but…nothing. I spotted Müge a young lady I met from Istanbul, dressed in Mission Point’s customary lime green and khaki; working at Mission Point Resorts Bike Rental, located directly across from the gym.

 It was Wednesday or “Booty-Night” as the Islanders called it, the evening festivities usually consisted of Island workers letting loose and enjoying the night at Horn Bar.

“Are you going out?” Müge asked.                                                            

 “I may, but if I do go I’m not going to dance, I just want to listen to music.”

 She chuckled “You not dance? I doubt that….. you like to dance to much, I don’t see you just to sitting around”

 “I’m serious…” I interrupted myself, “Do you know if the dentist is here?” the pain in my mouth reminded about my toothache, after all it was part of the reason why I went Mission Point in the first place.

 As Müge and I walked toward the dentist office we noticed Maxine a woman I knew from Jamaica, and Mary, Mary was draped in a tie-dyed t-shirt and white shorts with a black dog (that looked like a Labrador Retriever) sitting on a bench. As we walked toward the group I glanced to the right and noticed the slim figure of a woman… about 5 feet 4, holding a camera.

 It was her!!!! Albina stood still for a moment this time wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt with a flower design and black pants with her hair neatly tied in a pony-tail, she aimed her Canon camera I heard the distinctive sound of a crisp “click” as she snapped a photo of Maxine, Müge, Mary and the dog. I stood almost weak, my heart rate rapidly increased. After taking the photo Albina gracefully walked toward me, almost as if she were tip-toeing.

 “Hi,” she said. When Albina spoke, I heard her Russian accent piercing through in the smallest of greetings.

 She smiled in the same manner as she did the day before. Without any new Russian vocabulary words, I decided to respond in English.

 “Hello,” I answered, “Are you going be here for a second, I’ll be right back I just to go see if the dentist is here.”

 “Yes, I’ll wait here”, she said. Now that I was in Albina’s presence, I could really care less about the toothache (but since I was there and she said she would wait for me it gave me a chance to gain my composure). I quickly dashed up the stairs skipping a few, checked the dentist office… not there… before returning to Albina I entered the bathroom and made sure my appearance was in order. I made my way back down the stairs to Albina, I was so mesmerized, I looked deeply into her brown eyes, I almost failed to realize that she asked me a question.

 “I’m going to Horn’s tonight are you going to be there?” Albina asked.

 “Yes I’ll be there,” I replied.

 “Can I have a dance with you?” she asked.

Now I was completely taken by surprise. I had just told Müge that I wasn’t dancing….but obviously destiny had other plans, I began to smile again as I nodded my head and told her “Yes!…I will be there for sure.” Now my plans for the evening had definitely changed, I no longer wanted to be a spectator. As I walked away a smile crept across my face, I wiped my now sweaty hands on my pants and turned around for one more gaze. I smiled again thought… Yes, it’s her…and tonight we dance….. At Horn’s Bar.

I finally found Who i was looking For.

This is my first blog ever…..and I wanted to begin this blog at the beginning…. not the beginning meaning my birth… But at the beginning of My Life, the moment when i actually understood what it felt like to live. My name is Enel Littles and for six months I lived at what I consider the most beautiful place on Earth. Mackinac Island, Michigan. I moved there from Detroit, Michigan for a seasonal employment opportunity, but little did I know that this opportunity would change the rest of my life.

Love at Hello.

“привет (privet*)”. I said to the extremely beautiful woman behind the counter, after I read her name badge. Ufa, Yekaterinburg Russia….Albina is her name, she stood all of 5’4″ (163 cm) tall, her long auburn, brown hair had one of those cute hair clips at the top while the rest of her hair draped over her shoulders as she looked at me with the most exotic brown eyes. She wore a lime green shirt with a Mission Point Resort logo on it along with khaki colored pants that outline her slim figure.

“Как дела (Kak dela** ),” I than asked preparing my response to her answer. I noticed a puzzled look on her face, had I not been practicing the greetings I learned from my Russian co-workers enough (hmmm)?

“Your supposed to say, ‘Хорошо (kha-rah-show***)” I answered, trying to break the ice of what may have been a pronunciation blunder. I began to smile.

“How…?” she began now with a surprised look on her face. “You’re….your’re not Russian?”

She began as I heard her accent break through her soft voice, she to smile back at me, “I’m pretty sure we both know that,” I replied.

“But…you?.. pronounce….(she paused).. the words very well.”

“Thank you, I listen quite a bit.”

Albina smiled even more, almost shaking her head in disbelief.

I reached for my wallet to pay for my current health club membership, Albina pulled out a membership card. “Do you mind filling it out for me? I don’t think my handwriting will be as nice as yours.” She began to fill out the membership card… “спасибо (spasiba****)” I said (now I was trying to show off). Albina laughed, shaking her head as she continued to fill the membership card.

In return I  produced a blank expression as to imply I wanted her to answer, which i also knew and practiced.

Albina completed my membership card, I  glanced at her hand writing before putting it in my wallet.. I kept smiling… now to complete my Russian Language training, the icing on the cake…“пожалуйста” (pozhaluĭsta*****), which was the answer i sought for ealier.

I pulled out my headphones as if to actually began my workout. Now that I’ve gotten an unexpected response from Albina, I had to loose more than a few inches on my waistline… now I have to workout the Big Head I just aquired. The Black Eyed Peas blaired in my headset as I placed the earbuds in my ears. I turned to get another look at the georgous woman that stood behind the counter, and to my surprise she still had a smile on her face as i did, she was still shaking her head,  I continued to stride toward the gyms door. I thought it was just a meeting by chance.

As i walked toward the Mission Point Resort gym… i did not realize that…”I finally found Who I have spent my life looking for.” Moya Xhena”.  Translates to……My Wife.

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Translations: *привет (privet*)= Hello.  *Как дела (Kak dela**)=how are you doing.

***Хорошо (kha-rah-show***)= Good.   ****спасибо (spasiba****)=Thank You

*****пожалуйста” (pozhaluĭsta)= welcome

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