Dodging bullets, sleeping in caves
Somehow our staying in Volcan during the emergency period earlier this week became Peggy’s departure for the United States and my fleeing into Costa Rica. This came about apparently while one of our neighbors was listening in on my phone conversation with our landlord Lily.
I had called her to explain what was happening, although we had explained it to our counter part, who in fact was there when our sector leader came to our Business Planning Seminar to tell us that we had to close the seminar a day early. Nonetheless we felt we should let her know directly.
So the neighbor who had been listening in somehow came to the conclusion not that we were comfortably waiting in nearby Volcan, a mere 45 minute, 200 curve bus ride away. We stayed there because it is closer to our collection point where we all had to go if we were being evacuated, and to food, medical care and our transport options were better. In addition, we stayed with two other volunteers, one of whom is a nurse. If anyone needed extra help, being unable to walk or whatever, there being four of us together gave us more options.
By the time we returned, our neighbors thought we were possibly not returning. So for fun I began embellishing the story, complaining about having to sleep on the stone floor of a cave in the Costa Rican mountains while police passed within inches and tigers roamed in the darkness. They are used to my joking by now and know more or less when I am being serious. More or less.