It’s over? Am I really leaving all this behind?
Every time I leave a country it feels like a break up. Knowing that for now, this country and I can’t be together brings about an overwhelming sense of sadness.
I feel the pain of separation creeping up on me as the plane leaves my newest love behind. I am overrun with thoughts of how we can rebuild our love–of how quickly I can get back to rekindle this relationship.
The first week back home is miserable. All I can think about is that country. All I can talk about is that country. I miss the country terribly; my lost love.
Eventually, the wound heals and I am ready to love again.
But I know it is only a matter of time before I fall once more, and the next country is left to pick up the pieces.
I am forever being unfaithful to my own country. I am heartbroken, but for now I must say ciao to it all.
First and foremost, mallorcas at La Bombonera, for all your sweet and savory deliciousness, you will be severely missed. Refreshing and tropical humidity, I know it sounds crazy, but I love you. Concalma, I have a beautiful bag to take home to remind me of you, but I am sad to leave the ‘take it easy’ attitude of your brand and your people behind. Medalla, I won’t know what to drink without you. And last but not least, ciao to my kayaking boatsmen, your strength and beauty will stay with me forever.
Sigh.
Puerto Rico, te amo. This is not the end. You have too much beauty left unseen, too much delight left untasted, and too many beautiful people left unmet.
I promise I will return to you; muy pronto. Ciao…