There is a Mexican song that my parents always said reminded them of me. It’s a traditional song known as “El Chubasco” which is a reference to a kind of storm, but the song goes on to say that at “11 o’clock, Lupita is going to sail away with her lover.” The lyrics talks about someone who loves Lupita so much that they would like to create a powerful storm to prevent her from leaving. For my parents, that song was very symbolic to them considering that I did end up leaving Mexico to be with my husband. Needless to say, every time I hear this song it makes me cry.
I got married and left home at the age of 17, having been swept off my feet by an Argentinian gentleman named Raul Goler. When I met him not even a rain storm could have stopped me from leaving home with him. I was so taken with his Argentinian accent, his good looks, and his undeniable charm. I do believe he felt the same way with me. He was taken by my youth, they way I looked, and especially my innocence. He is the one who is responsible for bringing me to the Santa Fe! Can you believe that Goler Shoes wouldn’t even exist had he not struck me with Cupid’s arrow! I would have gone anywhere with him, Santa Fe just happened to be where we finally settled.
My parents were very sad when I left Mexico, but I was not! I was having a ball! I was pretty much still a teenager! I left my schooling in public relations behind to escape with Raul! Life next to him was so exciting. I could stay out all night if I wanted to, whereas my curfew in Mexico under my parents home was 10pm. I was surrounded by his interesting group of Argentinian friends and family who introduced me to so much art and an entirely different way of life. They lived it up, they found humor in everything, and I used to laugh with them so much. I have to say that life with him ended up being full of emotions, all of the best, and all of the worst as it is in many relationships. And I confess that one of the hardest things that happened in my life after the passing of my father, was getting divorced from Raul after 19 years of marriage.
Our story was a true love story, and like all love stories it came with all the prices of victories and battles. I could say that the best thing that happened to me with him was not only the birth of my children, but also the good times we had together. We said goodbye to each other a long time ago, we ended up divorcing back in 1992.
But I’ve had to say goodbye to him again recently. He passed away on the 27th of March. We actually hadn’t seen each other in many years. He ended up getting remarried and in a way I got married to the shoe store. However, after hearing the news, I couldn’t help but feeling a void and a strange lightness. It is hard to wrap my head around the fact that he was so important in my life and now he is gone. When we divorced, he promised me that only death would truly keep us apart. It sounds so dramatic, but Raul was a hopeless romantic, which is very Argentinian. Interestingly enough, without having talked or seen him in years, I feel that his prediction finally came true. Raul is now moving onto his next adventure, or to the next big party, there is now finally a glimpse of light of a potential new love for me, it’s almost as if Raul’s promise has been fulfilled.
Oh yes: and keep in mind, all this happened while wearing fashionable high heels.
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