Heartbeat

Butterfly with a broken wing.

The flight went really well. I spent most of my time sleeping because I took gravol before leaving. Elle told me that she had read and really laughed at me, because it seems that I slept with my mouth open and that she took too many pictures of me in this position which is quite uncomfortable for myself. While she laughed at me, I was snuggling in my deep sleep to think of the warmth and the sun, the whiteness of the houses and the bluishness of the water. Without forgetting that my dream is to only be able to imagine that I will be there in a few minutes, I will be laying my feet on dry land in Greece. The impatience is getting harder and harder. 

The flight is finally over and I'm excited to see what I've been waiting for. I get up from my seat to grab my backpack that I put on top of me. Elle lags behind to get out of the plane and go get our luggage. Upon our exit, we are told that we must go to platform 4 to receive our bags. We followed the signs to the pier and I noticed that people speak English without any accent and I could see that their tan is not quite on point, people seem very white... I ignore this fact and wait for my suitcase to arrive. We waited a big 5 minutes and took our belongings and then we went to see the station for our bus to the villa.

When I took a look outside to see the paradise that I was wondering, there were high buildings, palm trees, cars everywhere, a lot of people... I immediately understood that I wasn't where I was supposed to be and I also understood that I will not see the small houses of Greece or even nothing of that! I could not even describe how I feel inside so it hurts me. All of my savings, all of my hopes and all of my life waiting for nothing to be really true. I had dreamed all my life from that moment of this feeling of being where I had to be the most in the world, where my soul should've been this whole time. Finally, it happens to be far from where I should be. I have no facial expression to give, I don't even know how I am here instead of being there. I'm not in Greece no, I'm on the same continent, but to a different country and a different city: Los Angeles. Can someone explain to me why I am here? And what am I doing here? All of that makes absolutely no sense! How can I put myself back in this situation? My best friend also looked shocked with the mouth wide open and did not know what to say like me.

But where did I go? Honestly? I have no idea. I only know that I will have to spend my week here rather than spend it where I wanted the most. The only option we have is to stay in California because we don't have enough money to rebook another flight to my dream place. I am amazed by the situation facing us right now. How? Why me? This is a disaster for real. I have a lot of questions that go through my head as to where are we going to sleep? To eat? Housing? In addition, all our currency is in Euro and now it is necessary to return to a bank to change it into American. Everything. Will. Be. Fine.

Malia : Omg, omg, omg ... What are we going to do Elle? It really breaks my mood. I am in ughh. I just want to be at home. The worst part was that I knew there was going to be some bad luck or something, but not so serious like this!

And with these beautiful words, I start to cry very loudly. My dream is over. There is nothing that can or could make me change my mind. All I want is to spend a few days on vacation with my best friend. Now that I'm in LA, I have no landmarks. Zero. Niette. Nada. This is exactly where I'm wrong but hey ... I have a complicated mind

Elle : Malia I don't know what to say to you ... I knew how important this trip has been for you ever since and I really don't understand why we are here either. All I can say to you is... sorry ... I'm trying to understand the situation too.

Malia : If you had looked where we left off it might not have happened.

Elle : Oh okay, I see. Are you really saying that it's MY fault if we're handled here? Wow that's the best I've heard so far.