In the boy’s apartment here in La Ceiba, they follow a pretty basic daily routine consisting of meals, school, prayer, Friday night movie watches, etc. One element of this routine that never fails is the card game called uno. Every day this is played by some combination of Nils, Carlos, or Arturo once if not multiple times. I like to stop by and join in the fun.
The running joke in La Ceiba is that I am incapable of winning at any form of a game. Until February I had only won twice in Yahtzee against Nils amongst all the games we play; we play card games at least three times a week, sometimes daily. My record was 2 and infinity.
Arturo finds this especially entertaining as I told him I was the queen of uno when I was little and played all the time at my friend Jen’s house. Arturo’s nickname is “Arturking” as Arturo translates to Arthur, like King Arthur; this title had proven very truthful in his many uno victories.
Then one fateful night after dinner in late February, the tables turned. Arturo, Nils, and I were playing uno after dinner. I was doing surprisingly well. Then as if it was nothing i played my last card and won. Arturo was perplexed, he was sure it was Nils helping me out, so we played again, and I won again. Arturo then asserted that i could only win if Nils played with me. So we played just the two of us, I won two more times.
Since this night, I have returned to my amazingly consistent losing streak, but I will never forget the night I took down the King of uno four times in a row.
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