Woke up 4 hours before take off watched tv for 45 minutes took a shower then finished last stuff to pack. Laptop. Bags into car. ETC. Redbull breakfast. And off we went.
After 20 calls to my other group I was heading down with I find out they are 2 hours behind and likely to miss the flight. But I send out prayers they make it. UNANSWERED. I board the plane last and head to the first stop where I get off panicking trying to make the plans somehow work some way. The plan became for me to magically find a hotel. Well I then found out that the driver had to go 20 mins north of where I lived and stupidly offered him 140 instead of starting with 80 and paying up to 100…. It was originally gunna be 200 no negotiation.
Anyway so after blindly being driven by a nice guy who spoke decent English the 3 hour ride to dominical began. Lots of sights to see. Was the fun part but when we got to dominical of course its raining and the house is 2 miles up a dirt road. 1 LANE. About 9/10 of the way there we run into a fire truck putting out a fire…. Blocking the entire road. The driver informs me he can’t wait and shouldn’t even have driven this far in the rain. He offers to let me walk or drive me to get a taxi on the main road but I don’t speak Spanish and didn’t want to spend another 20 bucks.
I agree to walk believing it isn’t far and the rain isn’t too heavy. Well the rain picks up as soon as I start walking and the hill is steep and I have a backpack a duffle bag and a rolling suitcase on a dirt road…. I am also out of shape and quickly winded as the rain keeps picking up. So I get close to the top after 5 minutes of starting and stopping and by now the rain is pouring and I have a computer monitor and my laptop is a baby! At the top of the hill I am glad to see the entrance of the neighborhood. The first House isn’t mine so I walk to the entrance to my little community. At the top of the hill I am practically dead tired. Ready to collapse but It is just pouring. I decide to scout and run my laptop to cover. I go down a hill that is very slippery and luckily I am the first house so I run under cover and fall thru the door inside and take my laptop out and throw it on a towel.
But wait I left the other 2 bags under a large bush at the top of the hill. I debate giving up at life and leaving it but know secretly that is not an option my computer monitor is in the bag. So I run back outside as my stomach has already exploded with pain I have never experienced. I get up the hill in more impossible pain and grab my 2 bags and start cautiously getting down the hill barely able to stand. I bust inside again and fall on the couch loudly gasping for air. I take out the monitor which is fine because I wrapped it in a towel. And stumble into a room and lay down hands over head for 5 minutes. I get up and walk to the front and almost instantly the owner walks in and we start talking after which he and I walk thru the rain to his house and I meet the maid/chef who only speaks Spanish. She made a salad with tuna on it which I don’t eat normally. Then she brought me eggs with ham and 4 slices of good toast. I ate all of this as it was deliciously perfect. I grabbed a router from him before he left and went to USA.
I walked back to my house and my sleeping schedule has me going to sleep very early so I tried to get the internet to work but there is a guy coming by at 7am-8am I'm told to help set it up so I give up and go to bed after locking the doors and waking up a few times to noises.
Day 1= Survived.
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