The past 24 hours have definitely life-changing for me. Yesterday I rented a quad for the day and went to Santa Teresa with the class. I mean we didn't really have class, but we were all there having an amazing time. Mandy, Sarah and I got matching tattoos of the ohm symbol on us, officially declaring the sisterhood of the ohm.
After we were all shopped and beached out, Mandy and Sarah hopped on the back of my quad and we started home. It slowly began to rain, then got harder and harder until we could barely see. We were determined to make it though! So there we were, 3 American white girls in a foreign country where we don't know the language, in the middle of a thunderstorm in the jungle with 4 rivers to cross, and a quad being driven by someone with very little experience.
I have to admit I was awfully scared, but my ohm sisters kept me in check singing songs and telling jokes to keep our spirits up. After a few near death experiences we finally made it back to Montezuma and pulled onto the beach for a little meditation... just recollecting our night, day, even month to realize how blessed we are and how much we care about each other.
That bliss was sadly disrupted by our realization that Sarah's purse was missing.
This morning, Sarah, Steve, Rusty and I all went on a search party for the missing purse, after all I had my quad for another 12 hours! We had so much fun ripping around in them at first, enjoying the sunrise, then realized that we should tone it down and search for the purse. We were about halfway through the jungle when my quad started bouncing down a short hill. I thought I had control of it but as I turned the wheels to the left they just kept slipping and I crashed dead on into a tree. It all happened so fast and I was thrown into the handlebar then onto the ground. I didn't think it was a big deal until Ruston ran up to me and pulled my pants down and said I needed a hospital. Sarah sat with me in the middle of the road keeping pressure on my wound and keeping me mentally stable while the guys went for help. At that moment I began to panic a little: foreign girl with no identification, no money, and no health insurance.
After about a half hour a cab finally came to take us to the hospital in Cobano. They put me in a stretcher and took me into a small room. There was a sign held up with masking tape on thin computer paper that read Dr. Martin in marker, the I dotted with a heart.
"Is this place legit?" I asked Ruston.
"It's as good as we're going to get," he said.
They barely spoke English, and all 4 of us collectively would probably pass Spanish 1 with a C. The doctors were really great though, very helpful and attentive, I ended up with 21 stitches across my inner thigh area. Sarah went and got my prescriptions and tried to figure out how much the bill was and all the lady said was, "don't worry, banks are closed today anyway." Had this been America I would have been royally fucked, but they were so generous and helpful I am so grateful. Ruston, Sarah and Steve were so amazingly helpful that it made the situation not even scary. I actually felt entirely safe in their hands.
After about 20 minutes, Mandy and Katie showed up in tears at the hospital with head scratches, hand holding and even banana scented bubbles. We all went back to Anamaya together and they helped me up to my bed.
The energy around this place has been outstanding today, they have been dedicating their practices and meditations to me and I am really feeling the warmth of their love. Donna has been my adopted mother and nurse and everyone has been so thoughtful and helpful. I've had about 25 visitors today, only been alone for maybe 20 minutes in all. I am so lucky to have such wonderful people surrounding me.
So no yoga for the rest of the week which kind of bums me out, but I'm alive and well and that's all that matters.
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Namaste.
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eep, sarah!! glad you're ok, heal fast!! sending you love through the interweb.
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