A few hours ago was morning, and I was in car park, writing
“Joanas’ Bday” in my arm, waiting for an unknown CS to magically materialize
and help me to cross the Yucatan peninsula. This organized hitchhiking is one
of the many perks of CouchSurfing, along with listening to a Jazz Band in a Russian
apartment high above the rooftops of energetic Cancun, the Ultimate Frisbee
team and most things that are worth while in life.
I close my eyes, feel the warm sun kissing gently my skin,
listening to Cuban music, learning from my new Columbian friend valuable
information about the Latin American world. As I quickly look at my arm, I sit
hoping I get the opportunity to use his tips on a long desired trip of South
America.
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| Holding on to hope - Chichen Itza |
At this stage I am not aware that after a day of
daydreaming, friends making of finally being "at the mouth of the well of
the Itza", I
will be getting back to my temporary home to find out we have been robbed and
that my “efectivo” is missing, setting me further back from, what it feels
like, ever being on a boat leaving Panama to the lands of my “host”.
Soon I will be laying in the grass outside a world wonder,
using my bagpack as a pillow, under the cover of the blue warm sky, looking at
my arm, wishing far away car parks had internet so I could send a beautifully
written email to this special friend that for 13 years has been putting up with
my randomness and madness.
Soon I will be in a “40 minute” bus ride that will last no
less than a couple of hours, soon Helena will be, in what we will find out as I
arrive, is the wrong car park waiting for me. Soon I will get goose bumps as I
hold the broken curtain holder showing me where the robber(s) came in. Soon the
day will be over and I will fall asleep with the blue writing fading in my arm,
apparently completely defeating the whole purpose of me writing it in the first
place.
It turns out that this very moment, when this lawyer
accidentally kills a few suicidal butterflies, when the Mexican biologist tells
me about life in the capital running her cafetaria, when I tell them about my
dream chasing wanderings. This very moment, with so many kilometres behind and
so many more kilometres to go, when paths cross and life happens randomly (or…
ends, if you ask the butterflies!). The moment I am no where near being
able to wish you “Feliz Aniversário”, is the best moment to tell you:
Keep on going.
P.S.: Next year I will make it on time!
