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... okay, I thought this meant we might go back, but it was not to be.
Jackie and I sat on overturned styrofoam turtle boxes in a shelter with Daniel and Herminio, up the hill where some of the regular workers slept. The shelter was also the home of a chicken. Jackie was chatting with Daniel and Herminio in Spanish. I felt like the nerdy kid tagging along with the “cool” kids, unwanted, but tolerated. Ever since Dominga and Maria had snubbed me ...
... gave me $520 and a Clif bar. That gave me more than $150 a day extra to play with. I felt rich, even though it was only about $11 US.
But what really made me rich was all the help I’d received from these kind and generous people, who were, essentially, strangers.
Suddenly, Fernando stood up. There were 1400 turtles that had been born early and we needed to hurry back to camp and release them, ASAP.
Then he paid the restaurant bill for everyone.
... whole thing.
I’d arrived at seven as instructed, and I spent most of two hours doing nothing.
At 9:30 the gates were closed and tourists turned away. Square plastic tables were carried into the yard and set up in a row to form one long table. Chairs were arranged. I didn’t know this, but breakfast was a morning ritual. Thank goodness I was invited, because I’d only eaten a bag of nuts for breakfast and my stomach was already growling. ...
... to me about Maria’s whereabouts. And most painful of all, how Maria had completely ignored my existence.
Something had happened. Had I done something wrong? I reviewed the events of the night before, but could remember nothing egregious or even mildly offensive. When Carlos and Maria had left me at my hotel, everything had seemed fine. We’d even verified that I would see her at nine in the morning.
... marred only by the fact that Maria, who was behind the counter, seemed to be positioning herself behind a post so that I could not see her face. After the way Dominga had behaved, I didn’t try to get her attention. I told myself she was just busy.
With my change, I received a laminated card that I would later trade for a turtle. I followed the crowd to the beach. There were three handlers from the camp, whose names I later learned ...