It's one in the morning. I'm sitting in the terminal, feeding pesos into one of these massage chairs that announces every few minutes "DISFRUTE TU MASAJE," attracting the attention of more than a few fellow passengers. I shove more pesos into the chair while tears and snot run down my face.
Wait, the tears and snot were on the bus to Tijuana. After parting at the bus station, I burst into a frenzy of saltwater and agonized throat sobs. I purposely sat towards the back of the bus so I could have privacy, and was glad for it as I muffled my face in my scarf and clawed at the window trying to get back to Boris. A tad dramatic, but perfectly in character. You would do the same if you had to leave your scrumtrelescent one for six weeks. Also if it was almost midnight and you were surrounded by weathered old men in cowboy hats.
Not one of the weathered old men mentioned above.
I finally realized that my soft sobbing noises were probably disturbing the other passengers, so I thoughtfully put on my earphones and continued. Thanks to "Red and Black" from Les Miserables (Julia!), I got it together and made it to the airport, where I let the massage chair soothe the savage beast. (Did you know the original idiom is 'music soothes the savage breast?' Now you do. Don't you wish you didn't?) By the way, there was a man sitting behind me on the bus, thankfully I didn't realize he was there until we got to the border, because I would have had an awkward time pretending my sobbing and window clawing were due to hay fever or restless face syndrome. At thank point we changed buses, and I was welcomed into the loving arms of a new group of cowboy-hatted men, who made space for me in the back row of the shuttle, where they beckoned me with an as-creepy-as-it-sounds patting of the seat (I'm sorry for being ungrateful, but it was late, and I was emotional).
16 long hours later I made it to Puerto Escondido, where it is incredibly hot and sweaty. It's been a wild two years since I've been back, but within hours of my arrival I was riding a motorbike on my way to eat tacos...so things are also incredible back to normal. Also, these waves were called "not so good" by the local brothers this morning...so I obviously know even less about surfing than I thought.
The best waves I've seen in two years. Deemed unworthy.
Bronnie comes from New Zealand tomorrow. She'll be in Latin America for quite a while, in the meantime I'm enjoying reminiscing about the good ol' times, but looking forward to making some good new times.
On a final note, I had to smile when I read this week's Bible reading.
"Look out for the dogs; look out for those who cause injury; look out for those why multilate the flesh." Philippians 3:2
Yes, do look out for them, would you?
Oh, don't look at that if you're eating. Or if you're squeamish. Probably...just don't look at it.
Onwards and upwards!
I've been there...............still soooooo beautiful! Have fun Mija!!!
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