I recently just got back from Colombia and I’m disappointed. So I’m not going to go through the trouble of recapping every single day like normal and I’ll tell you why I left disappointed. It’s two or three reasons honestly.
As soon as I woke up, I just wanted to get my souvenirs and get out the country. I still wasn’t over being robbed and raped out of all my extra money. I had enough money to get a couple things for my mom and leave. That’s it. had no money to eat. I only had souvenir and taxi money.
When I woke up, I knew that my day would be full of chaos and drama but I did not know how it’d manifest itself. I just knew I had to wake up early to switch apartments before Carla and I started the day. I didn’t have to worry about wasting money texting the group anymore because as quickly as they left me hanging they were headed back home.
When I woke up the next day, I did not want to move. I never want to move when I have an excursion the next morning. I got up though, barely. I called to wake Carla up and then laid there in silence before getting up to shower. Today we were going on this Santeria Airbnb experience before Carla left Havana to go on a solo adventure. I didn’t want her to go because I was not getting any responses from the group still but I wasn’t going to keep her from her fun. I had her for the time that mattered to me and I had my book and nice balcony to fall back on.
When I was heading to the airport, I left with hope and excitement that I would have a good time with a nice group of people but all good intentions die at some point right?