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This recording by The Bachelors was the first version I heard of this song.
During that summer, we (meaning my folks, Uncle Finley, Aunt Marce, and yours truly) took a road-trip through Mexico.
There is so much to share about that trip that I've created a Sheet to share it all over a period of time (which is under construction on the day I'm writing this blog-entry):
The next version I heard of it was in Spanish. On this recording , you can hear it being done in Spanish -- or something like that.
Anyway, when I heard this song being done in the restaurant in La Playa Hotel in Mazatlan where we were seated out on the balcony, I just assumed that I was hearing a Spanish version of the English song. However, that's not really the case. It's actually a whole other song with the same melody.
But, that evening, the song was done by a few waiters with great voices and musical instruments.
One of the singers (who also played a big bass fiddle) was a handsome, young man named Hector who was our waiter, and he had been flirting with me earlier. This made me giggle.
This was the second time that I'd been flirted with since arriving in Mexico, and it wouldn't be my last.
Before I arrived back in the USA, I had even fallen head-over-heels for a special guy named Ignacio Sanchez -- but there will be more about him (and others, too) when I begin to develop the Sheet I put in place.
You could truthfully say that I cut my flirting teeth South Of The Border.
To this day, I think about those guys and wonder what became of each of them -- but not just the guys I flirted with but, also, other people, too, that made our road-trip memorable.
This is a trip I still relive in my mind over 54 years later.
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