Do you know that feeling, that you have to do something.....but can´t quite remember what?
This story is just that.
I remember being told to write it but I can´t remember what I was supposed to tell you. What I do know is that everything I am going to tell you really happened, even though it may unbelievable sometimes.
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Chapter 6
"Dani, would you like to get married in Nicaragua?"
She looked at me with her head tilted and this weird glazy look. She smiled and said "Yeah, why not?"
With those words in mind, I descended the plane and set foot on America Latina soil for the first time.
Managua airport and WTF am I doing here.
What if it was all a joke and she would not be here, not even have gone to this continent? How well did I actually know this girl?
I went through customs, got cleared, and walked into the hall of the little airport. Things looked so beautiful simple compared to the country I left behind.
Daniella was Chilean, yet we were now together on the other side of the most beautiful continent on earth. Thousands of miles from her birthplace and tens of thousands from mine.
Daniella's mother had returned to South America after a number of years in the Netherlands. She had been living in Nicaragua for quite some time now. This was going to be the first time Daniella would visit her.
After more than a year of dreams and months of secret meetings, we were now in a place where everyone could see us together.
Those weeks in Nicaragua must have been among the best in my life, we could finally be a couple everywhere we went. No need to hide anything like we still did back home.
Nicaragua is the best place in the world. Although my recollection might be a little bit colored due to this girl that has been running wild in my brain for months, messing up my hormones and mental well-being.
Aside from that, I do love the Latin American mentality. The vibe, the traditions, its history, its nature, and its people.
I like the feisty mentality, their heart, and soul are still connected to their tierra. If the situation over the last 20 years had improved I would have been living there for sure. Unfortunately, most of the countries on this beautiful continent are very much divided and the situation only got more explosive over time.
I felt so welcome, I was one of them, not a damn tourista and not a stupid gringo. But one of the family, hanging out in local bars and grocery shopping at local markets. Those days are in my heart forever, maybe because I had never been this far from home....or maybe because I had never been this close to home.
In the end, we found a way to get married.
Or at least I paid the family lawyer $50 for drafting a document, that I had to sign during a little ceremony at their house. This happened a day before I was supposed to leave and till today I do not know what I signed and if I really got married.
In my heart I did, I married the most amazing Latina I had ever met. I cried when I left Managua airport, and it was not because of the Tequila hangover.
Never before, nor after, have I shed tears when I left a country. Something there is connected to me. I hope someday to have the time and money to go back and find out why that place, or maybe that continent feels so much like home to me.
Just a side note
Remember I mentioned I cleared customs?
And that I worked in a coffeeshop?
Well, this story could have gone very differently. The night that I was packing my bags, getting everything ready to leave the next day, while also preparing for my last night out in Managua, I checked my pockets to see how many dollars I was still carrying.
I took out the dollars and then something else.....
A huge piece of dark brown stuff with a thin plastic wrapper. Oh freaking Freckles, was this for real my heart skipped multiple beats when I considered what could have happened.
Right in front of me was a piece of the worst hashish I had ever seen. My boss had handed it to me, asking me to throw it away. But I had kept it in the breast pocket of my leather jacket thinking one day I could maybe sell it to a drunken tourist.
The quality was the worst I have ever seen, it might not even contain THC but it definitely looked authentic and big at least 50 grams.
I had taken this piece of shit through the UK, the US, and Managua as I had made two stops to get here.
As I said this could have gone very differently, but I guess it was providence.
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