Precious

Published: February 6, 2022 / Updated: February 15, 2022 Vilma Life in Belize

‘I will text her at 2.22 pm on 2/2/22, so she thinks it’s a sign’.

King DeLorean

The guy is not a clown. He has insightful things to say about men, women and relationships in general. But this made me laugh. Who would ever take THAT as a sign?

Surprisingly and unexpectedly, that day turned out to be a very special day for me. The universe aligned its stars and it all became clear to me. It also reminded me that dreams come true. Sometimes after 4-5 years, but they do.

Before I left Alderney to backpack across the Americas, I told my closest friends (Christine, Helen, Alex) and whoever else listened, that my dream was to meet a man with a dog.

The dog came into the picture after the man, and I had to wait around 5 years to see my dream come true, but here was Beno and Snoop Dog – as real as it gets.

The dream of finding each other had also come true for my best friend Kristina and her now husband Sean.

Beno could not come with me to the wedding. As best as we tried, it was impossible for him to get a visa for the USA.

I could see the sadness in his eyes before I had to fly out of Belize.

We came to the city to spend a couple of days exploring and to hold on to every precious moment we had with each other before we had to say goodbye at the airport.

Beno handed me a piece of paper and told me to read it later. I read it as soon as he was out of sight (you all remember the ‘got no patience’ part, right?). And I cried all the way to Miami (it seamed to be that long).

We had a plan. We talked about it and we both agreed. Beno will come to me once I am back in Mexico. But what if he doesn’t?

Going sola

Published: September 6, 2021 / Updated: September 13, 2021 Vilma Life in Europe: Back Home

I cried when my Peruvian said goodbye to me in Berlin. It was all too familiar. I’d been in tears leaving Petoskey behind me. I’d had teary eyes when I said goodbye to Parga. And now I was sitting on a bus going from Berlin to my home country. After a strong hug and a brief kiss, he was gone.

We had left Latin America and came to Europe. My Peruvian was eager to visit. He was eager to visit every continent! To me Europe was home. It could never compare to the majestic mountains of Peru, vast desserts of Chile or Caribbean beaches.

He wanted to keep travelling. I wanted to sleep in the same bed for longer than a week. I needed a break. And just like that we parted our ways.

I had never seen him again.

I was so happy to see my family. It was great to be back.

But after two weeks a big ‘What now?’ crawled upon me. I had no idea. What DO I do now?

Back then I was the girl that lived day by day. I didn’t have a plan and I was just happy to go with the flow. Somebody called me that recently: ‘A girl who lives day by day – that’s you’. But they are wrong. Today that is definitely not me. I may be lost trying to create a perfect plan. But I am no longer the careless girl who’d drop everything at her heart’s desire.

I was 35 and I had nothing. Or, if you will, I was 35 and I felt richer than I would have ever dreamed of being. Seeing the world was my greatest achievement and the memories and experiences will stay with me forever. It’s funny how once in a memory from those hitchhiking years pops up into my head. Completely unrelated to what I am doing at that moment, yet always so welcome.

I remembered then, being at my mom’s, how much I enjoyed teaching English to those kids in Guatemala. And so I decided to get a TEFL certificate, which would allow me to travel and live abroad and make a living out of it. It was right up my alley.

200 hours online course was not easy, but it was great to remember the ins and outs of the language that I loved since I was a child. I remember how eager I was to lay my hands on the English books and magazines that my cousin got me. How I practiced my English from an old pocket book with my mom, while she did laundry (and kept telling me that she couldn’t remember much of the language!) That’s what I wanted to give to the children – that desire and that love that I had when I was their age.

I passed with flying colors and got my certificate. My poor mum couldn’t get anything out of me in the meantime, I was always sitting at the computer. I couldn’t wait to finish the course and go someplace again (so much for sleeping in one bed for long…) I always felt like that whenever I was back. It was amazing to be there, but it was more amazing to leave two weeks later.

Looking for a job as an English teacher was fun. Going back to Colombia was inviting, but the weather in Bogota didn’t warm my heart. Italy seemed interesting, but so did Spain. When the job offer from an English academy landed in my inbox, I knew I had another adventure coming. I just didn’t know it would turn out to be almost criminal.