I’m listening to thunder in Antigua now, to my surprise. I’m surprised both that I’m here and that the rain is here – in my mental picture, and in the couple hundred digital pictures I duly snapped and sent in to Wcities, Antigua is unfailingly bright with sunlight.
Yesterday I propelled myself out of bed at 5 a.m. to take 12 hours of buses from Los Naranjos, and that makes being here sudden, and shocking, and sad. I have a stupendous reason for coming here so quick, but she doesn’t arrive until 5:35 tomorrow morning, so today I’m adjusting to all the things that felt permanent after three weeks… being gone. I keep thinking I see someone from Los Naranjos and then feeling that little internal pop when I remember that it can’t be them. I found radiantly valuable friendships back up those mountains in Honduras, and beautiful personalities that I want more time with. It’s becoming more and more puzzling why I’m always leaving these wonderful places.
Let’s try for next time.