Day Twenty One– Costa Rica
There is a scene in the movie, the Wizard of Oz, when Dorothy is about to leave Oz and is saying goodbye to everyone. When she gets to the scarecrow, the one who she started on the journey with, the goodbye gets very hard. That’s how I felt today when I said goodbye to Teo. He took me on my first walk around Monte Azul and was usually the first person I saw in the morning. We spent good times together.
He was my last goodbye to say and leaving Maritza and then Melissa the night before had already weakened me.
Knowing the van would pull up soon, Teo pushed towards me a present wrapped in silver paper with a bow on top. Inside was an illustrated coffee mug that says, “Costa Rica”, which he gave me because my mug at home is really huge and he knows I will drink too much coffee. I tried hard to not get weepy.
Soon after, my ride came and I headed out of the front gate of Monte Azul, relieved that I had made it through my goodbyes while still holding on to my composure if only by a thread. We were on the road for about a minute when I saw Maritza hanging out her laundry. I was happy to see her but not sure how much more I could take. Just a hug, no talking and we were off again – down the hill, past the great wooden signs, past the kid that I know only as “tough boy”, whose enormous portrait hung next to my work table in the studio, and over the familiar rocky road towards San Isidro – for five minutes, and then he turned back! That’s when Alexander the driver realized that he forgot something at Monte Azul. Oh, man, Teo again! I next expected Melissa to pop out from somewhere.
But she didn’t. We did finally make it away and I did cry. Because it was wonderful…