It all started on the winter of 2010, at that time I
was in coursing the tenth grade in Santa Rosa Superior. Two years before, my
oldest sister Isabel, had fallen in love with Alfons, an exchange law student from
Spain, and had gone to live with him in Menorca, one of the Balearic islands in
the Western coast of Spain. My mother, being
as family centered as she is, had decided that we were going to go celebrate
New Years eve in this island which in the summer is very similar to Puerto
Rico, but in the winter it was cold as a seals armpit because they only have
one mountain and the cold air form the Mediterranean pierces thought the whole
Island. So me, Laura, my other sister,
and my mother got on a journey that would take an unexpected turn and change us
all.
When we arrived there, there were
plans already laid out that we where going to stay in a vacation house owned by
the parents of my sisters boyfriend In a part of the island very close to the
beach called Canutells. It was a very beautiful house on top of a little hill,
with a pool, a beautiful fireplace and four rooms. Everything seemed perfect,
the only problem was that this was a vacation house meant to be used in the
summer so, except for the fireplace, there wasn’t any heating system. Most of
the day’s we spent out in town or adventuring coves and caves, but at night we
had to deal with the intense cold that entered the house and which my sister,
mother and me being from the tropics were not built to live in. Here was that I
learned that if hell existed it wasn’t a fiery pit as most of us imagine but a
windy house on top of a hill at wintertime.
Anyways one night while I was
playing X-box with Alfons, Laura came out of her room claiming that she could
not breath, but we did not pay much attention. This may seem a harsh reaction,
but everyone that has had the pleasure of being with Laura for some time knows
that she takes after my father and they’re both a little, I mean considerably
over dramatic. It turns out that we should have listened because the day after
she did go to the hospital and was diagnosed with a pneumonia that caused her
pleurisy, which is basically a build up of fluid in the space between the lungs
and the ribcage. This happened the day before we where supposed to head back
home and didn’t allow her to take any flight because the change in pressures
could kill her.
Consequently we had to cancel our
flight back home, which had no insurance so the money was lost. Laura had to be
hospitalized and have a tube inserted to her pleural space until the doctors
determined what caused the infection. This was a process that went on for weeks
with very few results. My mom and my big sister were loosing their heads, Laura
was the most difficult patient ever and I had to be stuck in that house for eternity.
Since the beginning of school was very close my mom finally agreed to my
request to travel to Puerto Rico alone. I had to take flights from Menorca to
Barcelona, Barcelona to Madrid, Madrid to Philadelphia and Philadelphia to
Puerto Rico. At this time I was 16 years old and this idea seemed frightening,
but like it could be the adventure of a lifetime and believe me it was.
This post was very funny!!!!! I really like it and I enjoy your experience as I was living it. Thank you for sharing this with us.
ReplyDeleteLove you share this with us, I envy you because I haven not travel alone.
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