Today marked the grand finale of my Santa Teresa escapade, with an ambitious itinerary: catch a flight to rendezvous with my man in San Jose, then off to a 7-day retreat in Liberia for some serious spiritual soul-searching with Ayahuasca. But before bidding farewell to the sandy shores and sun-kissed adventures, there were farewells to be said to Dom and Jen, waterfalls to marvel at, ATVs to conquer, and plenty of laughter and cherished memories made. Yet, little did I know, the travel gods had a different script in mind for this grand finale, and boy, did they lay it on thick.
So there I was, dragging my stuff along at Cobano Airport, ready to jet off into the sunset for a 40 minute flight. But as fate would have it, our plane had other ideas. Instead of gracefully soaring into the skies, we found ourselves hurtling towards the jungle like a scene from a budget action movie. Turns out, the brakes were playing hard to get, and thank the heavens they decided to call it quits before we turned into a makeshift runway ornament.
Now, ordinarily, a delayed flight wouldn't faze me. But when you're on a mission to reunite with your beau after three long weeks of separation, every minute feels like an eternity. With my patience wearing thinner than a crepe, our flight was cancelled, I was hurled off the plane into a car back to the airport and was presented with three options, all delivered in rapid-fire Spanish. Enter my unlikely savior, a content creator who spoke the language of the gods (English) and helped me decipher the cryptic choices laid before us:
Option 1: A marathon of car rides and boat trips that could rival the Odyssey - 4.5+ hour journey.
Option 2: A night's stay at a hotel in Cobano, courtesy of the airline, followed by a crack-of-dawn flight.
Option 3: A refund and a pat on the back, bidding us good luck and good riddance.
Now, call me stubborn, call me crazy, but when it comes to matters of the heart, I'm as relentless as a bulldog with a bone. So naturally, I opted for the nautical odyssey, alongside a fellow traveler with his own urgent mission to reunite with his family.
And thus, I found myself perched on a boat, amidst a sea of cars and hopeful hearts, embarking on a 90-minute odyssey across the open waters. Destination: San Jose, or bust.
Amidst the tumult of this maritime misadventure, as I sat aboard the boat contemplating my odd day, a curious scene unfolded before me. A group of exuberant teenagers descended upon a foosball table nearby, their laughter and banter echoing across the deck like a cacophony of chaos.
Now, ordinarily, I might have found their youthful exuberance endearing, a welcome distraction from the rigors of travel. But alas, this was no ordinary day. Frustrated, tired, and teetering on the brink of annoyance, I watched in disbelief as they dragged the foosball table right in front of me, as if mocking my already precarious situation.
Summoning what little remained of my patience, I attempted to reason with them, to politely request a reprieve from the noise and commotion. But alas, my pleas fell on deaf ears, lost in translation amidst a sea of foreign tongues. None could understand my frustration, none could heed my plea for tranquility.
And so, there I sat, a cocktail of emotions brewing within me — frustration mingling with exhaustion, annoyance tempered by determination. In that moment, I longed to channel my inner sailor and tell them, in no uncertain terms, to "shut the f*ck up." But alas, diplomacy prevailed, and I remained a silent observer to their youthful revelry whilst silently muttering under my breath. there was no signs of me channeling any form of mary magdelene energy.
Yet, as I still pause and reflect amidst the chaos and clamor, a spark of clarity emerged. In the grand tapestry of life, moments of discord and disruption are but fleeting blips on the radar. What truly matters is the unwavering resolve within us, the indomitable spirit that propels us forward in pursuit of our heart's desires.
And so, with grit and determination, silently and with plenty of muterring, I forged ahead, steadfast in my quest to reunite with my beloved...headphones in...volume up loud...playing "Love song" by Mardeleva on repeat (play it, you'll love it). For in matters of the heart, even the loudest distractions pale in comparison to the quiet strength of love's enduring embrace.
As if the universe hadn't already thrown enough curveballs my way, fate saw fit to add one final twist to this already absurd odyssey. As we waited to embark on our nautical journey across the open waters, a new obstacle emerged in the form of a traffic jam of cars vying for a coveted spot aboard the boat.
Picture this: a wild assortment of cars, jostling for space like contestants in a chaotic game of maritime Tetris. Our departure time? Fashionably late by a solid 30 minutes. Delayed flights, malfunctioning brakes, and now a traffic jam of epic proportions — it seemed the universe was determined to test the limits of my endurance.
And so, I waited. Waited for the traffic to clear, for the cars to board, for our collective ordeal to reach its long-awaited conclusion. For in the grand scheme of things, a traffic jam may be but a minor inconvenience, a mere blip on the radar of life's grand adventure. And just as we finally cast off from the dock, what do our erstwhile foosball adversaries do? They plop down and bury themselves in their phones in silence faster than you can say "thank F***!"
As the wheels of progress...or some relatable boat word... slowly turned, inching us ever closer to our destination, I couldn't help but marvel at the resilience of the human spirit. For even in the face of adversity, we press onward, fueled by determination and the unwavering belief that, in the end, the journey is always worth the wait.
So, amidst the journey to love here as some questions I leave you with:
What does love mean to you, and how does this story resonate with your own experiences of love and devotion?
In what ways would you go to extreme lengths for love, similar to my aparent determination to reunite with my beloved?
Can you recall a time when matters of the heart created a challenging circumstance for you, and how did you persevere through it? What did you learn from that experience?
How does this story highlight the importance of resilience and determination in the pursuit of love and personal fulfillment?
Reflecting on my journey, what obstacles in your own life have you faced in the pursuit of love, and how did you overcome them?
Do you believe that love has the power to transcend obstacles and adversity? Share an example from your own life or observations that support this belief.
PS: And just when you think the adventure is over, hold onto your life jackets because we're only halfway there! With one car ride down, a boat trip underway, and another car ride looming on the horizon, I find myself uttering a silent prayer to the universe: "Please, let the rest of this journey be smooth sailing." Here's to hoping the travel gods are feeling generous, and the road ahead is paved with smooth waters and clear skies. Baby I'm coming !
xox Fiona Marie
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