Spanish classes were coming to a close, and as much as I hate saying goodbye to places I have fallen in love with, I was definitley looking forward to exploring a new area. But what I didn’t realize is how much this town truly loves me…so much it made sure I would get sick so I couldn’t leave. Honestly, it’s quite heart warming if you think about it. When I was finally about to bail, San Pedro was like “I don’t think so girlfriend!” Fine…I’ll stay…but just until I feel well again.
So late last week, think it was Thursday, my stomach began to get mad at me (probably from something I ate). Realize, this is nothing uncommon for traveling, so I figured I would just drink a ton of water and head to bed. The next morning I found myself barely able to move, and sadly, canceling my last day of classes. I sent a message to my teacher informing him that he must stop by so we can say our farewells. He did, and of course he enjoyed a good laugh at the gringo who was hugging the toilet. The good news was that I was only throwing up and Montezuma was not seeking revenge.
I don’t get sick very often, but when I do, I seriously am the biggest baby ever (my mom can attest to this). Luckily my friend Lynne took great care of me…bringing me water, Gatorade, food, and what ever else I asked for. She was probably the next best thing to my mommy in which I could have asked for.
So I was bed-ridden most of the day Friday and I even missed my going away party that I had planned for myself (luckily the troops came to pay me a visit late Friday night). Realize, I am probably the worst sick person ever because of my inability to relax. I can’t just sit there, so I found myself up and about early Saturday morning, once again trying to plan my escape from this town. I found a route, booked my bus ticket for the following morning, and then headed back to the hotel to start getting my belongings together.
But wait…right as I think I’m well enough to travel, it hits me again. The gods of San Pedro are demanding my stay be lengthened, but I attempted to fight back. Saturday was a rough night on my stomach, but I was still planning on taking off the next morning…that is until Lynne comes in my room at 3 am and lectures me on the necessity of not pushing myself. As I attempt to blow her off, she raises her voice informing me that if I attempt to travel in my current state, it will be one of the most miserable journeys I will ever undertake. Geezzz…women….
So I lost the battle…I ended up spending most of my Sunday resting and watching Scrubs from my iPod. Lynne was right…and I’m glad I didn’t try to travel today. For a small fee, I was able to exchange my bus ticket for the following morning. Let’s see if I’m permitted to finally leave tomorrow….