On Tuesday, Claudia and I go horseback riding in the hills north of Samara. We go with Augustine, the handyman for the school. It’s a two and half hour jaunt through the jungle. We climb high above Left Beach, and while we get off the horses to take pictures, one saunters away. We ride down to Playa Buene Vista. On the road back, a troop of howler monkeys are in the trees above us. Some are babies. We stop to take pictures and one almost pisses on Claudia. On our way back to the school, we stop at Pablitos a locals bar on the beach. With every drink one gets a boca, a small bowl of stew. Claudia and I order soda as we still have volunteer work.
Wed morning I take Jon, Viv and Z to Playa Buena Vista. It is overcast, and I am not into it. I spend a lot of Wednesday tracking down ice cream for Thursday’s farewell party. We know the community center isn’t available, there is a big meeting to talk about making the island a national refuge. So Alex plans sport activities for the kids.
On Thursday, I go fishing with Chevy, Spaniard from Barcelona who now lives in Samara and owns the Organic Center, a plaza with a bunch of New-Agey stores: organic markets, yoga, etc. We are joined by Klaus, a German staying with Wolfgang. We spend four hours on the water and do not catch a thing. Chevy picks up the tab. I spend the rest of the day getting supplies for the party.
We host an ice cream social for the 20 or so kids who show. They are excited. I say a few words. It’s hard to image that the three weeks have gone by so quickly.
We host an ice cream social for the 20 or so kids who show. They are excited. I say a few words. It’s hard to image that the three weeks have gone by so quickly.
Friday I am awakened to Jon and Claudia on my porch. They wanted to see the sunrise, but it was cloudy. They had checked out of their home stay under shady circumstances. I let them sleep in and run some errands. The rest of the day is spent packing. At this point, I am looking forward to home. The humidity and the bugs are starting to get to me. Jon, Claudia, and I go to lunch at La Vela Latina. The participants have graduation at one and we are late arriving. After I go to the beach for one last swim. I sit at Gusto and drink beer. It is Friday the 13th(my grandfather’s birthday). We just have the last dinner and then the bus ride at midnight.

Everyone is at the school when I arrive around 11:30. The ride to the airport is quiet. The ride goes quickly. In the airport there is some last minute juggling by some because of overweight luggage.
The flight is not as quick as the bus ride. I bobble head while watching a movie, The Grand Budapest Hotel. I sleep through enough of it that I switch to a Jack Ryan movie. It holds my attention better.
Once we land, everyone scatters. Claudia and I are the last ones. Her family drops me off. I finally breathe. We made it back.