CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Paco promised to meet Juan at the El Dorado International Airport in Bogota. From there, they had to take a flight to Leticia, Columbia. They planned on taking a tour boat upriver to the city of Iquitos. Since they wouldn’t have much time, they opted to stay one night in an eco-lodge. Buried in jungle in the middle of the Pacaya National Reserve, they’d have to fly back to Lima, and head to Los Angeles, where Juan still needed to conclude his drops in the L.A. River. Those would be his final stops, before heading to LAX, where he’d board an international flight, and return to the most sensuous Italian woman on the planet. Every spoken word from her cherry lips, a romantic song. He day-dreamed of her soft, ebony hair, sparkling eyes, her Spumante like giggles that bubble
