While we were walking around town, we met Boris. He was the bartender at the beach bar where we had had drinks the night before. He knew some English, so we had talked with him about living in P. Lopez and other topics. He was proud to show off how much English he knew, and we were happy to work with him on it.
Here's a picture with Boris - he's standing between Emily and I. (He's a very touchy-feelly kind of guy.)
Back to the ice story - we're talking with Boris about buying a cooler but not having any ice. He says that he can help us out. It's just starting to get dark when Boris says he can get us what we need. We leave Ronnie's shop to go get ice. Boris leads us down the road to a side street that looks like it's bordered on both sides with shipping containers. Emily is walking alongside Boris while I stay about eight feet behind, trying to anticipate anything that might happen in this side alley. (It turns out that the shipping containers are stores, just smaller, portable versions of a store like Ronnie's.)
We emerge from the alley into a recreation yard where 20-25 young guys are playing basketball and volleyball. I'm looking around for an exit other than the way we came in and don't see one. Just as I'm about to call this off, I see Boris circumventing the courts and heading towards a hole in the fence on the other side. The guys on the court continue playing while Boris is waving and talking with everyone he sees. We make it to the far side of the courts and exit through the fence.
Boris is in his element now. He's got American friends and he's saying "Hi" to everyone on the street, flirting with girls he doesn't know but proud to introduce us to everyone along the way.
We wound up back at the TIA store where Boris quickly locates the store manager. After their quick talk, the manager disappears into the back of the store while Boris tells us to wait with him until he returns. (While waiting, Boris grabs a DVD player from the shelf and hugs it, saying "For me? Oh, thank you, thank you!" He wants us to buy it for him, but we decline.) Eventually, the store manager comes back with, wait for it, a cooler! Boris misunderstood us - he thought we had ice but needed a cooler to keep it in. Oops.
We start heading back for Ronnie's store (through the same courtyard) when Boris has an idea. The store across from Ronnie's has ice for sale, but they'll only sell it to locals. Boris asks for $1.50 to buy the ice, and Emily and I wait in the background while Boris works his magic. The lady at the store is about to sell him the ice when she spots us; suddenly, there is no ice for sale.
We go back to Ronnie's store and Boris begins talking to Ronnie's mom about getting ice for us. After about a half hour, Boris is able to get two bags of ice for us. He doesn't give it up easily, however. He tries to convince us that we need to stay for their Christmas dinner. After explaining that we've already eaten, Emily says that we need to go and reaches for the ice bags in Boris's hands. Boris refuses, claiming that such a heavy load (5 lbs) should be carried by a strong man, not a woman. Boris finally gives me the ice, we thank them all around, wish Ronnie good luck with his store and are finally on our way.
On the way back to the hotel, Emily and I both realize that we never saw Boris give any money to Ronnie's mom. For Boris, it was a good day: he made two friends and pocketed $1.50 for his efforts.