This morning as Lucia went to have a shower before work, I was awakened by a couple moving into the dorm at about 8am. The pretty girl was apologetic in English rather than Spanish. A conversation between us took place. She was from Minnesota and asked me if I was an American. I told her I was from Big Beaver, Saskatchewan.
Where is that at? You have been to Big Beaver. She told me that she remembered that there was a lady working behind the counter but she could not remember her well enough to describe her. But, it would have either been Gail, Maise, or Rhonda. I am going to miss a beautiful little town where the streets are shared at the same time with cars, bicycles, motorcycles, buses, trucks, taxis and carts with horses pulling them.
It is pretty special to see variety like that waiting together at a red lightβ¦. I met with Lucia after she finished her work for the morning. We went back to my hostel so that I could pack and she cried a little. A man never likes to see a woman cry, but I have to admit that it does feel good when a woman cries over him. I think Jen was the last girl to cry over me and that was about 18 months ago. I forgot how nice that feels inside.
When I was ready, Lucia and I walked to the airport. Another goodbye to a girl at an airport. I need to math that out. I watched her as she sort of skipped to the street after we said goodbye. That is a cute woman. My flight was delayed. The desk ticket man came to me and brought me a new ticket for my connecting flight and told me that my baggage would arrive in Cartagena on the new flight.
I was supposed to arrive in Cartagena at 11pm. The new ticket made it so that I would arrive in Cartagena very late. Beating an Airline would be necessary. I seen that flight when I was booking and made sure not to pick it as I did not want to arrive in a new city at 1am.
