No Rest For The Wicked
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I was finally able to email my husband. Something along the lines of:
I made it. Why did I come here again? Also, ANTS! So many ants. How are the cats? Will message in a week. Love you. Ps- for real why did you let me get on that plane?!
I sat on the mattress in my casita, counting the beads of sweat as they fell from my bra down my stomach and finally absorbing into the waistband of my yoga pants. It was 6:30 pm and the sun was going down in the jungle. The sounds of the insects and animals intensified and I got the impression that the day was just starting for most of its inhabitants.
Then I heard it. Human screams. The kind that deflate your chest like you've been hit with a hammer, but it doesn't hurt. The screams are just leaving...
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