So, here I am… on the plane. I seriously don’t know how to begin writing something like this. When I get back I know everyone will ask, “How was it?!” But how do they expect me to answer? Because in order to explain the impact of this trip, well I’d have to create a playback video of my entire life for the last 5 weeks and 2 days.
To be honest, I wasn’t planning to come back. I still know/understand that there is a high possibility that I will never return and never see those people again. I’ve been to France, I’ve been to Spain. I know that for the next month I will still be in the honeymoon faze: In love with my experience. It is a little different this time though. I still feel as if I will spend a portion of my life in Europe, but I know that I have to return to Costa Rica. Not for the beaches, not for the sloths, and definitely not for the hole filled sidewalks. I have to return because I have a family and friends there. Heck, I even have a crush ;)
Last night I was given a new tico name, Samantha Mora Garbanzo. (The waterworks had already started before that). Just you wait though, just you wait. This morning I awoke to noise of my mami tica cooking in the kitchen. I knew exactly what she was doing. She made Gallo Pinto for breakfast :) So I devoured my perfect Costa Rican breakfast with here seated at the table with me. Soon after the kids woke up and we hung out. We played eSTOP! for the last time… Mami tica also surprised me. Like big time. being there for so long I was able to see 5 people leave from the family and not one of them received a gift. So when she was standing outside my door with what looked like a gift I was so shocked. And what was inside was so precious. The other day she told me she was making pajamas. She has made them for all of the family, so it was another symbol of them welcoming me into the family. I’m so excited to try them on!! There was also a card included and I couldn’t read it in front of them, so I came up with the dumb idea to read it on the plane, which therefore made me the awkward girl who was crying to herself on the plane. But I don’t think anyone noticed! :P
Yes, those are all reasons as to why I must return, but the main one is yet to come. As I was leaving and my ride was waiting. First off the kids clung to me. (I didn’t want them to let me go.) I finally got to my stuff though and Mami Tica asked where my keys were. I handed them to her and she started checking to see if it fit in the door. I just assumed that was just a procedure she just liked to do or something. Nope, nope… it was something completely unexpected. As I headed to the door she got my attention and was holding the key to their house in her hand. She then gave it to me. She said it was so I could come back and will have to come back. I am the only person they have ever done that for. The only one. I couldn’t and still can’t believe it. All words literally escaped me as I was leaving and still are. I am speechless in regards to the journey that is just now ending for me.
As I write that though, I had to remind myself that it is not the end of this journey. Coming to Costa Rica started a never ending journey that I am ecstatic to continue for the rest of my life. My future is still not clear, but I don’t want it to be. I’d rather just experience purest life I can.