I don't think I've written about the doctor and the cigar. A week or so ago, I was walking around downtown near the park, when I exchanged pleasantries with an older, very distinguished-looking gentleman. As we chatted, I took note that there was a cigar peeking out of his breast pocket, and, as cigars are not a common sight in Mexico, I was curious as to its provenance. Slowly and cautiously, so as not to cause alarm, I reached out my hand and extracted the cigar from the pocket. My eyes got real big and my jaw dropped open! This was a Cuban Cohiba, perhaps the most well-known and certainly one of the more expensive of the famed "Habanos" from that island nation.
I just recently, a few weeks ago, took note that a Churchill-sized Cohiba sells for 360 pesos, or about thirty dollars, at Sanborn's (a sort of a high-end department store here in Mexico). The cigar that I was holding in my hands, therefore, I estimated to have a value of at least twenty-five dollars, as it was the "Toro" (six inch) size, with a tapered end.
Then this fellow, whose name (Dr. Mercadero) should be forever remembered as one of Mexico's friendliest and most generous ambassadors, told me to go ahead and keep the cigar, that it was mine!
I asked where he lived, with the intention of paying him a visit later on and inviting him to grab a handful of cigars from my humidor. His answer was somewhat vague, but with some determination and meticulous detective work, I have been able to dicover his domicile. I believe he is out of town for another couple of weeks, unfortunately, but upon my return from Guatemala I plan to surprise him with a little gift of my own!