Journal: Feb. 28, flying back to Minnesota

I got up for the last time this morning to enjoy my customary mango, Puerto Rican coffee, and peanut butter toast. As I sipped on my coffee as others grumbled about how hungover they were or itchy from the bug bites they got in the rainforest. No sound came from me. I sat quietly, focusing on taking it all in.

I didn’t want to believe it. Why leave such a beautiful paradise for a frozen wasteland? I didn’t want to go back to bitterly cold Minnesota were a tundra of ice awaited me. At the moment I couldn’t understand why I would even board that plane home. 

Many of us agreed that we should soak up the sun’s rays. For many of us, we were nearing the end of our vacations. I joined them, disposing of my pack by the door, where it idly waited to go to the airport with me.

Beach bound

I walked with my Swedish friend to the beach — she was also leaving today. We walked past the book wall which I had seen many times before, but this time I stopped. I browsed the titles and picked the first one I could read in English, “The Savage Garden.”

I made her take a picture of me with the book and told her my grand scheme. How this book was going to travel the world. I was just giving it a push.

At the beach I sat in the sand and let it collect in my shorts and sandals as I read my newly-found book. My friends jumped into the waves, only this time as I sat by and watched. I was usually the leader of the pack at battling the waves. I was a warrior who tried to tame the surf. But not today. Not now. 

Then my dreaded alarm went off and I walked back to Mango Mansion for the last time to catch my Uber to the airport. I tried to take it all in. Oh, how much I would miss my beloved island. It had started to feel like a second home to me. 

In the airport 

I sit in the airport, uncustomary early for me. I scrolled through my snaps of the trip I just ended and wanted to bust out of the airport. This airport felt like a prison. It caged me from paradise.

But the further back I scrolled, I came across photos of friends back home and loved ones. I smiled and knew it was OK that this adventure was ending. Another adventure would soon begin. 

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Quirky Globetrotter

Hi! I'm Martha! The mastermind behind Quirky Globetrotter a feminist travel blog. Quirky Globetrotter is devoted to telling narratives devoted to female solo travel and hidden gems worldwide with an emphasis on intersectional feminism and how that impacts travel on a global and local level.

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