Friday afternoon was filled with rain. Glenn, Sam and I went to my cabina where we had tea and reminisced over the last few months spent together. We watched a movie on my laptop called Righteous Kill, we aren't sure if we liked it or not.
From there we separated to get ready for the evening. While everyone in the states was getting ready to celebrate the 4th of July, I was sending off my friends back to England. We went into Puerto Viejo and had some cocktails. We waited for Glenn’s co-worker Lauren (another volunteer from the States) and ended up deciding to stay at Chile Rojo (a local favorite of ours). We were there for countless hours having a great time and chatting the evening away.
It was a sad night as we realized that it was the last time the three of us would ever be in a room together. We hugged good bye and I wished them well on their way to Pacuare where they would be doing a week’s volunteer work on a turtle project.
When they return to England they will begin University in the fall. It was nice to spend time with them and get to know them. I am excited to see what becomes of them in the following years and hopefully will stay in touch.
That night I woke at 3:30 in the morning sweating and with a strong urge to throw up. I ended up throwing up for an hour straight, fever and all. It was the worst feeling ever! I am now convinced of food poisoning as I couldn’t keep anything down and had a strong fever. I am also now convinced that among food, I will also being staying away from mix cocktails with fruit and ice. Most of the restaurants in town I am afraid can’t be trusted with those sorts of things.
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