@KayLoriKay Goes To Costa Rica
My parents are adorable, thus they do adorable things like moving to a third world country for three months to volunteer. I too am adorable, thus I do adorable things like visit them. The tale of my trek to do so however- not so precious.
The excitement of an eminent flight is second only to the thrill (term used very loosely) of realizing the flight is at 6 am.
After finishing work and picking up all the items on the shopping list my parents gave me, compiled of the entire village's needs (please visualize me well past midnight, handing over my basket of goods. Said goods including multiple bags of shelled almonds, boxes of denture cream, Cortizone, Everything bagels, and as much Sour Patch Kids you can get for $12)I made it home, packed, and by 2 am I was on my way. As soon as I make it through security I'm officially on vacation so I settle in with a shitty breakfast sandwich and a cup of black water from airport Dunkin' Donuts to wait for Zones i-have-4-toddlers, business-trip, impromptu-back-injury-i-forgot-about-that-necessitates-seating-immediately, SWOLE-BRO-BACHELOR-PARTY-SQUAD, and then me.
I settle in and sleep with my face on the food tray for a good portion of the flight, waking up to a stiff neck that wont let me look to the left (S/O TO DEREK ZOOLANDER, I FEEL YOU DOG). we land in Ft Lauderdale running late on our hour layover, but the toddler party, businessman, broken back lady, and fist-pumpers aren't moving anywhere fast. Hey, at least this gave me enough time to realize I have a new freckle on my right pinkie.
I step off the plane and right onto the boarding line for the next flight to Coast Rica...and so do the posse of bachelor-party-bro's currently slap fighting each other right behind me. I wish there was anything I could have done to save myself but I was a victim of the circumstances. Whilst intently scribbling away in my spiral, on a rare wave of inspiration, I found my assigned seat in the midst of the huddle of brosefs who entertained themselves by opening their duty free and getting college-freshman-white-girl-wasted
The lovely town my parents picked is still yet another half hour flight away. However, all itty bitty charter plane service is suspended for the day. Options at this point are 1) walk- lololol 2) taxi- $150 or 3) the cab service my fiscally responsible parents have arranged for me at a meager $40. The only contact information I have is a "confirmation" email I received in response to me asking if he would make this trip at 4 pm that day, which was a simple "Si, Jose, 4"
Hours pass as I recline on the cement floor and watch the airport empty out. A man stoops over me and asks if I need some help. As I show him the email he begins to laugh, "JAJAJAJAJA, Jose, JAJAJA"...suddenly I'm very concerned. Through a series of gestures, facial expressions and some freshman spanish I derive that nobody has seen Jose all day. He hands me his phone so I can call my parents, who insist I keep waiting (please bear in mind I have not slept in two days and have been traveling for many hours on nothing but aforementioned shitty breakfast sandwich. By this point I'm seriously regretting my disgust and refusal of the ride offered by the bros that wanted to show me "a good time" because at this point a gangbang is definitely the better option). I am a very obedient daughter and stay waiting for 3/three/THREE more hours until the sun sets and my emotional stability has run dry.
I stalk down the man with a phone, promise him I wont run away with it, and as soon as my dad's voice come through I lose all control. I mean buckets of tears. I can't even see anything with all these tears in my face. If you're ever wondering how you can scare a large group of men that don't speak your language- I got you. I inform my dad that I have to get in a cab and I am about to kill myself and I am not overreacting and i'm not kidding and stop laughing dad, followed by me promptly hanging up and getting into an unmarked car with cellphone muchacho. A few minutes into the drive and the muchacho's phone goes off. He quickly hands me his phone as I can hear a woman screaming on the other end, aww it's my mom yeling anti-rape tips at me. Sweet, totally, gotcha mom, ttyl bye.
The next thing I know I've startled myself awake with my sleeptalking and find myself in the totally silent car with a very scared looking man. The surrounding roadmarkers denote we are just outside of the town and the end of my 4 hour long one-sided sleep-speech of a journey. As we drive through the town gates my stomach is bellyflopping, I'm about to see my family for the first time in months and after all the hurdles of today I cant wait to collapse in my parent's arms. I flip down the visor to look regain a feign of sanity, only to find my face caked in mascara, mango, tears, a sticky green substance (dont want to know but probably came from my face being very much against the glass), and evidence of everything I had eaten in the past 24 hours. I quickly slapped the mirror closed and decided to go with a very strong going-to-deny-how-close-to-the-brink-of-insanity look, as my parents waving arms became visible just down the highway. They were literally standing in the highway. Before the car had come to a complete stop my mom had almost ripped the door off the hinges to give me a great big bear hug and before I could even take my seatbelt off my dad was trying to drag me out of the car by my wrist. As he hurled my suitcases into their rental car's trunk and yelled a hasty "GRAH-SEE-US" to the muchacho, we drove off into mountains. Where I quickly realized why I had moved out in the first place.
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