[Wednesday, Day 5 - Fateful Decision]:

Well, waking up on Wednesday was pleasant again … unlike the night before. Another double-shot with Flori, and our hearts were reunited. As we showered and got breakfast the New Café, I wondered to myself … have I done something wrong? I’ve broken the three-time rule. Do I really care for this girl? Does she care for me? Can I have a relationship with her? Can we make a relationship out of this? Am I smoking crack? I’m doomed. And … indeed … I was doomed.

After our pleasant breakfast, I ask Flori as to what we had planned for today. She tells me that she was hoping to go back to her hometown of Quepos … and - if I wanted to - I could go with her so that she could “show off her new boyfriend” to her family. Commitments so quickly? Well, considering the fact that I virtually was smoking crack, I gleefully agreed to go with her. Although I missed out on New Fantasy and a myriad of other places, I felt that I was a winner. I found a true Tica whom I loved … I MEAN LIKED. I only liked her, right?


The rest of the early afternoon was spent with her buying a couple things for home (which she purchased with her own cash - and - NOTE - that I hadn’t paid her any more for sex than the first day) and another meal at Wendy’s. We were going to take the Tico-used bus to Quepos … only costing about 5000 per person. The bus ride took about 4 hours and we had one pit-stop at a filling station which had some amazingly rich coffee and some decent empanadas. The last hour of the trip, almost everyone on the bus was sleeping, and Flori and I took advantage of some stroking action. Then, the bus creaked into the Pacific coast town of Quepos … in the middle of a down-pour. We had done well with minimal rain for most of the week, but the rain suddenly seemed to have caught up to us. The bus creaked over dirts roads and dropped us off at a station. Thereafter, we quickly grabbed a taxi … which drove about half a mild down a couple very narrow and cobbled alleyways … only to find that Flori’s house was locked, and she didn’t have a key.

Thoughts anybody? Here I am … in the middle of a coastal, Costa Rican town … in the middle of a tropical storm with a girl and her sister … locked out of her house. She owned a house? Here are a couple of facts that she told me along the way. (1) She had only been with one other person from Del Rey; thus, she is NOT a puta. (2) She was a schoolgirl … going to college in Quepos. (3) She has a boyfriend from the states with whom the relationship wasn’t going well. (4) She worked as a part-time waitress in Quepos. (5) Her sister, with whom she lived, was not working. How could she possibly own this house? It probably doesn’t cost very much, but I certainly didn’t believe that a part-time waitress could afford it. Was she more of a regular pay-for-play girl? Probably. Was she leeching money off of a number of guys from the states? Probably. Was I now at her complete mercy? Yes. Did I still think that we had a chance for romance? Yes. Was I a blind idiot? (you fill in the blanks!)


So, we take another taxi to her sister … who lives about 1 mile away and down a very treacherous, rocky, muddy road. How did we survive in getting there!? Here we meet her late 20-something sister with a very loud voice, very small home, negra maid, cat, and a killer dog in the back. Oh … by the way, did I mention the fair-skinned light-brown haired daughter that she had? Interesting … no husband though … and I figured that she may be the daughter of an American from years ago. Her sister cooked us some rice and fish, and we even watched a movie … Aliens 3. During the movie, with the lights-off, I noticed a couple lizards on the ceiling … which served as a nice touch to the sweltering heat and occasional mosquito.

Finally, without further ado, we left her sister and returned to Flori’s home with the key. Her home was a relatively nice two-level loft-like structure with a gated front-yard. It also had about 15 very nice pictures of numerous other Americans on the walls … all with their arms around her. “Mis amigos, mi amor” … she told me. Of course … I have tons of friends too! Of course not ... I wasn't jealous at all! And, totally at her mercy ... heck - she loved me, right? Of course nothing bad would happen to me! Oh … screw it … I thought. And that’s what we did that night … on the second floor, with her sister sleeping in the first floor. I wondered to myself at how casual these encounters with men are to her younger sister. I’d imagine that all the noise that we made that night in bed was not a new thing for this sister.

(Message edited by play274 on December 07, 2003)