This is the internet cafe moment. Husband and I are in a remote place where you can check your email on your cell phone for $18,000 a minute. The other alternative was to spend $3 an hour and use a keyboard pre-conditioned by hundreds of thousands of tourists with sticky fingers who cannot always enjoy the mysteries and magic of where they are. They must be where they are not and see who is not needing them.
Mostly I need to find if our Little Dog is not needing us. I had a heart-stopping moment when I had a phone message from the hotel staff telling me that my friend taking care of my dog needed me to call right away. I debated for several heartrending moments whether to spend $5 a minute calling the friend or trying to think positive and go back to enjoying cultural activities to better my world perspective. I called. I got voicemail. I called their other numbers. More voicemail. Later, they wrote an email which I retrieved during one of my internet moments. I had a heart-soaring moment in learning Doggie was fine. Husband of friend had left the message and had wanted to talk to my Husband about something that ¨Couldn´t Wait,¨as both of them said. Business. Boring stuff that had nothing to do with Doggie. But because the hotel staff could not write down Husband´s long name, Friend´s Husband gave my name, leading me to worry. Heart-soaring moment was followed by heart-shredding moments upon hearing Doggie is having a ball. She sits in two laps of luxury and yaps at another dog who must stay away from the newly-claimed laps. She is eating well, `playing a lot, sleeping on the bed between the two friends, just as she does with me and Husband. She has no sad moments, it seems. How could she be so happy without me? Why so heartless?
At this moment; the pads of my fingers have taken on a lot of grit. They are sticking to the keys. This is part of the rustic charm of being in an internet cafe in the middle of a hot nowhere. Outside it is about 85 degrees. But with the sun and humidity , it feels like a thousand. That is why I carry a sun umbrella with a silver coating on the outside to reflect the rays away from my head. Everyone laughed at me at first. They said I looked like a Japanese or Korean tourist in a tour group. I am Chinese, but I have a hot head without the sun umbrella. But after I carried the umbrella in a place that was like a furnace in hell, people started asking me where to buy this kind of umbrella. By the way, it has vents so that the wind does not tear it apart. Another by the way, it rains here everyday. Sideways windy rain. When you are not burning hot you are soaking wet--unless you have this sun umbrella with wind vents
More travel tips later. Now is the moment when Husband will soon lose patience and leave without me and I need him to carry my backpack with other handy items other than the sun umbrella.
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