Okay, yes, maybe I've been in a funk. Maybe that's why you haven't heard from me in a hot minute. I think it all started with the Thanksgiving trip fiasco. Let's just get this story out of the way (hence justifying the aforementioned funk) and then -maybe-- I'll move on to a better place.
1) I became close with a guy my best friend growing up had dated. They split up, we remained friends on FB, and -when I got to Costa Rica- and was miserable, he became (and was very willing to be) my online/ messaging shoulder to cry on. He'd tell me how beautiful I was, all the things he'd do for me if we were together, how I deserve so much better and how he'd treat me like a queen, etc. So we finally planned a trip for me to finally meet him in Mexico over my Thanksgiving Break. I was SO excited. After all the friend drama and after all the d-bag guys I had met, I was so ready to meet this apparent knight in shining armor ready to sweep me off my feet.
2) But then, the weekend before Thanksgiving happened. Mind you, I had bought my ticket months and months before and we were talking pretty much daily about how excited we were to finally spend time together. We texted a few messages back and forth that Saturday and then -abracadabra-- his magical disappearing act. If I am going to a foreign country to visit you (especially one that is not the safest for Americans right now), and I have bought my own plane ticket, then I better be 100% sure that you will be at the airport the moment I land to pick up. I am not flying there only to discover I am stranded-- alone, single, tall, blonde, and American. Sorry.
3) Our last communication was the Saturday before Thanksgiving, and I was supposed to fly out Thanksgiving Day to meet him. He seemed a bit more distant, as the messages were not so frequent. But then he was gone. I was tried facebook, whatsapp, email, Google Hangouts, you name it. Yet nothing in return. Not a peep. NADA. It got to the point where I said "I need to know if you still want to me to get on that flight because we are now less than 48 hours away and I am not flying to Mexico by myself only to be greeted by no one."
When I finally got in touch with him, it was because I called him less that 48 hours before my departure. He did sound sick (in his defense), and told me that in Mexico it takes 2-3 weeks to see a doctor and he thought it might be cholera. He went on to tell me he has been unavailable by phone because it's out of credit and by email because he lent his computer to a work colleague so they could get some work done while he was at homr sick. (In restrosepcy,I responded in Spanish and, although we usually speak in a mix of the two languages, he barked at me (for the first time ever) "to just speak in English" because he couldn't understand me when I spoke Spanish (although my Spanish level is advanced and this is contradictory to everything he had told me before). He told me he thought it best that I cancel my trip. I believed him at the time, told him not to worry about me, and to feel better. He then told me he would reimburse me for my ticket. Yeah, right.
So I spiraled into depression knowing I would be spending Thanksgiving alone. In Costa Rica. Without family. Or even the friend I thought he was. Luckily, I was able to put out an SOS on FB and found a "Friendsgiving" potluck. I went with a friend and we had so much fun. Still, as much as I enjoyed myself, it was still hard for me to think about all the cute, neat little groups that had formed amongst my colleagues and how they were all on their cute, neat vacations right about now.
Yup, now too spent to get into the positives that I was able to pull from this experience. But now, at least, the story is out and off my chest. By the way, I researched cholera in Mexico City and there were like 3 cases in the city of millions last year. I'm not calling anyone out, but just some Thanksgiving food for thought...
XO,
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