AMBER TRILOGY-PART THREE
It’s been hard for me to focus on the amber story but so many requests to continue have been sent to me that I decided to do a final story on this, it will be the last story that deals with this chapter in my life. For those of you that have been following this series you know the amber was sent on to a friend. I hoped that it would offer him the same sense of pleasure I had received from it. It took about three weeks for UPS to get it to him and they lost it in the process. Imagine the surprise one day when they called me and told me they had found it and would forward it on to him. It sits on his mantle today and I hope he enjoys the sun rays reflected back at him from the amber and allows him to smile. It definitely has a story of its own now to tell. Sipping my coffee this morning I thought that without your experiences in life, you are just an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. Amber is actually an Organic Gemstone. It is a naturally occurring hard and translucent fossilized resin found in some ancient trees, absolutely beautiful and wears many different colours from black to orange.
The friendly family that had rescued me from the bus crash took me to their small village and looked after me for the next few days. What a wonderful family! They had six children and a two room hut. They showed no resentment at all towards me for invading their small space, in fact it was just the opposite. I had some of the best meals I’ve had in my life there prepared by them. The simplicity of everything here really struck a chord with me. Each morning I would wake up and something new would hurt. I moved with caution and slept a lot. On the fourth day I began to feel almost like myself again and decided it was time to move on. The family clearly had serious intentions of adopting me and did not want to let me go. After a teary farewell and final wave I started walking away. I knew a bus would be along sooner or later.
It wasn’t long before I was on a bus and could relax looking out my window, I marvelled at the beauty around me. I still remember my feeling as we approached Guatemala City. To me it appeared to be New York on the horizon and the outlying region was desert and poverty. It was such a stark contrast and that’s the only comparison I could think of. I didn’t stay long in Guatemala City and soon caught another bus which took me over the border and back into Mexico. I felt as though I was back on home land.
I got off my bus at Oaxaca the explosion of colour and happy looking people appealed to me. I explored this region extensively and I still continue to correspond with friends today from this time in my life. My funniest moment here was when a local vendor asked me if I would like to try some Chapulines. I had no idea what this was but eagerly said yes. He fried them in garlic and the taste was out of this world. I didn’t find out until a couple of days later that I was eating grasshoppers. Oaxaca is also famous for its ice cream, which may just be the best in the world, the wonderful string cheese produced locally is a gourmet delight. After consuming bowls of ice cream over a three day period, I knew if I didn’t soon leave I wouldn’t be able to fit in my jeans any longer.There was a beautiful viewpoint that I discovered and I would trek up there at night and just look at the beautiful city and endless skies. I was so at peace and in harmony with everything around me.
From Oaxaca I ended up in Vera Cruz which is right on the tip of the Gulf of Mexico. It was only by chance that I came across this beautiful villa by the sea. I checked in and could hardly wait to begin exploring. I was signing in to my room and the next thing I know is I have this burly Scotsman beside me who began firing questions at me. That encounter was going to be one of my most special friendships over the years which I still treasure today. He fell madly in love with me and wanted to whisk me off immediately to meet his family and friends. He was with his work entourage and they were all here for some serious relaxation. That meant Margarita’s flowed freely and you never knew what to expect next! We had a beach party on the fourth day I was there and Angus the Scotsman, can’t help it, that’s how I think of him today! Proceeded to bury me in the sand right up to my neck. He then disappeared for a few minutes and I began to panic as I couldn’t move! The next thing I know is he’s back and putting a pair of Shamrock ear rings on my ears, singing I have a lovely Irish lass, yes I’m Irish! They were beautiful and I told him I couldn’t accept them. He told me that’s why he buried me and wouldn’t dig me out until I told him I would keep the ear rings. Well I did and I still smile when I look at them and when I need a pick me up, those are the ear-rings you will see me in.
Angus was brokenhearted the morning I was packed and ready to go. He emailed me, phoned me many times in the next couple of years telling me he was still waiting for me. He would phone and sing Carraigdonnn.. “That happy day — ’twas but last May –‘Tis like a dream to me”…and sometimes he would even play the bag pipes for me. Ahhh..now that’s a true romantic. I still can’t watch P.S. I love you and not think about him especially when Gerry Butler sings I’ll love you forever.
I was on my way home and could only wonder about the reception I would receive. I guess I would soon find out if absence makes the heart grow fonder. I could hear the faint sound of bag pipes and looking back I could see Angus in the middle of the road playing for me one last time.
Copyright Es-tee Miller
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”