barra da lagoa the sequel

so basically things got better after that moment, i had basically just said to homeskippy man can you please just try to be nice to me and he responded by doing so, i guess really it was a painful situation for him as well and his distancing was his defense...but all told it was too fuckin much, id just been though this breakup but had to pretend nothing happened while his friend, ale the nice one got back together with his ex polola who was a part of this other group, so they all lovey and homeboys ignoring me and everyone knows somethings up but trying to be polite...whatev.
so i came up with this plan where im a convince the bus company to send me back to ba for a couple days then from there to santiago and if not i search for this hostel in el centro;
jorge is being nice, talking to me and making sure i got something to eat all up in the meaty meaty asado whatev.
im also on my best behavior just trying not to make any kinda scene happen..so we get really drunk and end up dancing on the beach, doing capoiera which none of us knows how and they teach me the cueca which is like chiles national dance and we help push a fishing boat into the water and the sun comes up and we all go to bed...so jorge and are still sleeping in the same bed and we cuddle up and its nice but feels so sad at the same time and i whisper to him that he was my boy and he says i know and you were my girl whatev we drunk its fuckin sad we go to sleep...i have this awful dream that everyone is leaving me alone on the shore while they climb into a boat and wake up crying...georgy is like no te llores and i go back to sleep..
in the morning we get some breakfast on he tells me im converting him to my big breakfasts and im like heh heh that was the plan all along..then i pack up my shit and im about to jam when it starts raining like insane thunder lightning and i have to wait but after a while it hasnt let up yet but its more chill and i ask can we just go now cause i really cant deal anymore, ive stopped taking the pill so my period is back plus cramps and being near this guy hurts i just wanta get away so he takes me to the bus stop and carries the big bag and hugs me and kisses my cheek and says cuidate with that emphasis v says is reserved for when you cant say te quiero anymore and its all sad..
so when i get to el centro and talk to the bus dude its like nothin doin there is no getting out of here until the 24th soonest same deal with all the bus companies and el centro is crazy everyone is here for carnival no space anywhere so im like ok sal what now?
gringa sola just abouts to cry again stuck in floripas and i lights up a smoke and this guy who was on one of the buses with me comes up and is like whats up, and i tell him im tryin to get out of here but cant so have to find somewhere to stay and hes like best to head to one of the smaller towns and im like yeah id like to go back to barra da lagoa and hes like its pretty cheap and they more likely to have room...so im like yeah good point id better jam..

so i landed in barra da lagoa a little worried thered be no room or no space cheap enough but i managed to find a tiny room for about twice as much as i usually have to pay, but then im usually with a group..so whatev im tired and crampy and hungry and i head out to eat and im trying to memorize stuff to find my way back and i see this guy standing about half a block up who looks just like one of pololo de ashes friends, cayeux, which means warts, i didnt ask..
anyway im like no it cant be im tired and halucinating and then hes like rach..im like whats up are the rest here and hes like yeah...so i follow him in and they all like hey whats up what are you doing here is t with you and im like no man but waitll you hear my tale of heartbreak and woe you gon be like woah thats some fucked up achy breaky hearty ass shit, but where my girl..they like man she sick..
so i head in there and im like yo man what up and she like when did you get here and im like just now stuff didnt work with turbo and i thought you were headed for uruguay and she was like im sick and im tired and i wanna go home and im like i feel that man, and she like ok ima need some details what the hell happened...

so we spend like two hours explaining to each other what went down and then she switches to her alternate personality, barb from brooklyn and says geez viv i really missed you, sometimes when it was too much with the boys everywhere i would talk to you in my head...and i was like oh my gawd barb, i so missed you too...

so i dunno if youd say happily ever after but things worked out pretty well, also ashleys left eye matches my prescrip so she gave me another pair of contacts and i had a nice time talking to some of the kids in my pousada and a wonderful nights sleep...just me and sal all curled up and happy the way it should be...i tell you what as a world traveller im a total pussy im always so scared something will go wrong but sal, man he just dont fuckin trip...