A Hairy End
Here I am back in Mexico, in a state of panic.
Why do these things always happen to me?
Before I left, I lost my bank card three hours before my bus to DF. I had to frantically contact my bank to cancel the lost card and arrange a direct money transfer to a Western Union; Once there, I had to fill out 2 forms, get a copy of my passport and wait for 50 minutes before they gave me the money. I made the bus (and subsequent flight) on time but these things are terrible for my nerves which are jangling on a normal day).
I don’t want to dwell on my time in the USA too much because it was both an amazing experience and one of the most painful things I have had to do in my life.
I will never forget leaving Magdalena at the airport. Tears streaking her beautiful face. Neither of us are sure of the future. I try to see it as if we are to be together again, it will happen, and if not, that is the way tings are but I struggle to be so objective over the whole situation.
I love her, she has shown me so many things about myself and I hate being so far away from her.
So here I am back in Mexico. My last full day in Xalapa is not shaping up to be one of the best. When I returned on Monday, my bag with all of my clothes, wash kit and, fatally, my camera charger were left in Chicago. It should have arrived yesterday on the flight from Chicago but it was cancelled. I can only hope that baggage handlers are organised and that they find a way to get my bag to me before I leave for Cuba on Saturday morning.
Vamos a ver.
With every passing day I am less and less worried about Cuba, things have a tendency to work out and I even shocked myself to learn that I cannot transfer money to a Western Union in Cuba and will have to rely upon a kindly Brit to lend me the use of their bank account until March when my parents come with a siny new card for me.
I have a feeling that after my first few weeks, I will be firmly acquainted with the British Embassy and its staff in Havana.
They might not be so keen on seeing me though, especially if I have to go there naked due to my clothes still being in Chicago…
Paz
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