Hola mi amiga,
thanks for the note, the concern, and the offer to send money. I won’t need it for a while, my luck changed as soon as I left god-forsaken San Jose. I have an even worse story of what happened on Thursday night, it was an absolute nightmare but I need to find the correct words to accurately describe the deep level of misery. I am fine physically and nothing really happened to me, let’s just say that the night absolutely sucked, and that was at the end of my very worst day in CR ever.
But then I went out to the beach, got settled into my free beachfront condo, saw my old friends , and got two job offers, and one marriage proposal — I don’t think I’ll take any of them.
Actually, the job offers came on my first two hours at the beach, and the marriage proposal came on my third night, and my third night of knowing this guy from Boston, named Larry. I will give you the fun details soon, again I do want to record everything for my own recollection and I am way behind. I have not even written what happened on that nightmare Thursday, I think the pain is too great.
The good news is that I’m waiting in San Jose for my friend Juan to meet me. I was able to catch a free ride in with Larry and his friend Mark. Juan and I both need to get to the Embassy, although it hit me just this morning that we would probably need different embassies as he is from Colombia. But because he is from Colombia, he says that even the worst parts of the city are a piece of cake compared to what he is used to, what with guerilla ambushes and whatnot, so he will be my protection. I will be in good hands, and hopefully very soon. He is my favorite person in Playa Flamingo and maybe all of Costa Rica. I had a couple of photos of him, he was the guy with the shaved/bald head. In one photo, he was wearing a red cap. Oh, he is the one who pronounces “to teach” in such an irresistible and Latin way. On my first night back at the beach, once I finally got down to the place he works, I asked him to repeat “to teach”” and he did once and then he said that I would have to deserve it. That’s the kind of work that I like, full-time even.
So, what to do with Larry? We got along great, and he was protective of me and my feelings in a way that I have not had the opportunity to enjoy before, but really loved. He just left the country to go back to Boston, and he made it clear that I all I have to do is pick out a house style that I like, or draw one, we already found ocean-view property at the top of a beautiful hill, and he’ll be back in two weeks to start construction of our dream place. Plus we already went through the diamond deal – you know how I say that I can barely see those little stones and my eyesight is only getting worse. We tried on a couple of ice cubes and he got a good idea of scale. He is a very sentimental guy, so this morning, he gave me an envelope full of stuff that has significance to our three and a half days together and for the future. I felt a little guilty because sentimental things mean nothing to me. I shook the envelope to see if there might really be a necklace at the bottom. Nope. So he apologized for that absence, he said that he couldn’t find anything that was not crap. We’ll keep in touch. He has promised to write me a letter that I’d treasure for my whole life, full of everything I would want to hear. I hope it’s a letter of credit.
Recent Comments