Tonight, after being completely frustrated with the phone the past few weeks, I finally reached Cuba on the telephone. I have been trying to call back after the infamous, "Collect call," many of you have heard about.
Anyway, I spoke with Junier's mom... and I actually was able to mutter out a couple of correct sentences in Spanish! She was very nice this time-due to the fact that I finally had the guts to explain who I was and was actually understood! There were chickens clucking in the background, and it sounded like lots of action. I was jealous upon hearing the noises- I miss that life! Don't get me wrong, I am completely appreciative of everything I have here, and all of the opportunities I have this summer, but I miss the freedom I had there... and the constant learning and new experiences. While on the phone, his mother explained that he was at his grandmother's house and she proceeded to slowly give me numbers. I repeated them and made it sound like I was writing them down- but I had no intentions of calling a relative's home. I have a hard enough time calling HIS house. Can you imagine some 80 yr. old Spanish-speaking person, who can barely hear, answering the phone and trying to hold a conversation with some gringa? Yeah- I didn't think so either. :) I was happy that his mother was finally able to understand me, but I was upset that I still haven't been able to speak to him!
So I decided to go to BestBuy and look at Spanish CDs(this is going to be my new method for trying to learn the language :)) I found the CD that had, "Antes," (Which some of you that have heard the entire boy saga story may remember was our song. lol), so I bought it.
Just then... My cell phone rang, and my mom said that someone tried calling me collect again from Cuba. My mother, who sounded irritated with this fact, was not very amused. She has had a hard enough time with my sister being infatuated with a Haitian. :) (She'll get over it, I'm sure). So I made up some excuse about being in the store and calling her back- and I ran out to my car with my purchases as fast as I could. I dialed quickly to Cuba, and had only 10 minutes left on my phone card.
FINALLY- I reached him. finally, finally, finally!
The first thing he said was that he has thought about me every day since I left the island. He also wants me to come back. He then explained that he made friends with someone studying abroad from Hawaii- and he is sending a letter for me back with that person so he can mail it in the United States.
I think this situation isn't so much about the fact that I did have a crush on this boy, it just seems to make the whole thing worth it. I wasn't just some tourist that he hit on. I guess one has that fear after leaving a country like that... but I think it may have actually been sincere. I can tell he's been practicing his English, too. It sounded a little better :) Perhaps, like me, he's been running this conversation through his head for a few weeks, too :)
Either way, whether this is healthy for my emotions or not- I am a pretty happy girl tonight. I feel content, and that a part of me can move on a bit because my emotions are no longer lingering in that grey space. I know that what happened in Cuba was semi-real. :)
Okay, enough for tonight. :)