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terrierist
Installment #6: Departure
We get up early, and Jeitme insists on making me breakfast again...OK, but I make her add a couple of eggs to the scramble as I don't expect to eat well again today...airline food is not what it once was, and the day will approach 18 hours before I am home and able to eat well again.
I'm packed, and she packs up her stuff (and the fridge, a very nice bonus for her, as accurately predicted by Billy ten days previously) and by 8:00 we're on the road. I stop off at Rocky's to turn in the key, repatriate my damage deposit ($50.00 US) and grab a cup of coffee. I finally meet Marco...we've been missing each other all week. He seems like a very nice gentleman. Certainly Sosua hates me, but Rocky's, Marco, and the TradeWinds have been good to me this trip. So Sosua is not all bad, but WHY does it HATE me so????
I drove Jeitme to her new room. I guess I should confess that I did pay for her damage deposit (4,000 pesos) so she could move from her room to a one bedroom apartment with a working toilet of her own. I felt she needed a little more space than a single room with no water and a common waterless lavatory for her and her son. Besides, I'd have blown 4,000 in a single day easily on any one of many putas...it was the least I could do, and I still feel cheap. I did try to explain that she was solely responsible for the rent...there would be NO Western Union. She was disappointed, but she got the message...no play, no pay...PERIOD!!!
It's now just after 9:00 and Jeitme is getting agitated. I don't know why, by she decides to direct me through Puerto Plata traffic... Izquierda...Derecha..Direcho para siempre (well not really para siempre). derecha aqui. Parar!!!
Well, I finally turned into an office building and in we go. It was her Abagado!!!! Jeitme talked with him, and then he translated...If I wanted to take her to Canada, it would cost $1,500 U.S. to incorporate a company...I'd need to name her as a senior executive...and then there might be a chance, if it looked legitimate, that Canada would grant her a tourist visa. If I were to put assets into the company, like buying real estate or simply adding several thousand dollars to a working account, things would likely go even easier. Or, and it would be so much easier, I could marry her and then, after a longer waiting period and several documented visits, she could accompany me indefinitely as my wife!!!!
OMFG!!!! "Yo estoy no esposo!!!!" I scream inwardly, and not for the first time this trip. The other shoe finally falls!!!! Now I have to, once again, credit Billy Lane (DominicanBilly), of HarborView Condos, for having covered this topic with me in advance. No, I did NOT see it coming. But I was prepared. Thank you, Billy.
Now I really like this girl...and would quickly sponsor her on a tourist visa, even accepting all expenses. But marriage? Hell, my divorce isn't even final yet. And spending mucho dinero on a shell company controlled by a woman I'd known only three weeks (both trips) and with whom I didn't even have a common language? I'd like my accountant to look that over.
So I make some feable excuses about not being ready for marriage...yet (and frankly I don't think I will ever be ready for that again), and that I am unemployed (true, as my new job would not start until April 1st).
The abogado translated and Jeitme looked heartbroken. But she kissed me anyways and insisted that she accompany me to the airport.
So I dropped the car off at Kayac and they drove Jeitme and me to the airport. I checked my bags, got my boarding pass and then we sat together for about an hour. The goodbyes started, and I got misty...I think I must be allergic to something in the departure area of the airport as this happened the last time I left Puerto Plata, and also when I said goodbye to my friend Marco a few days earlier.
With 45 minutes to wheels up, I emptied my wallet of its remaining dominican currency into her purse, besa mi amor adios, and proceeded through security. As I waited in line, I watched her negotiate with a couple of cabbies, and finally take a third back to her home...damn, I want to learn how to negotiate from this lady. She seems like a real professional at getting her way. Lord knows she worked her magic on me, much to Billy's chagrine!!!
Arriving home, I turn on my Canadian cell phone to two messages...both effectively say "I miss you...I wuv u, I wuv u, I wuv u".
It may be a fantasy, but it sure beats reality...I'm saving up already to see her (and a few strays too, I must admit) again, and as soon as possible.
VIVA La Republica Dominica!!!!!
P.S. - In another moment of weakness (OK, that was most of my trip), I set her up with an email account, and now she is emailing sweet Spanish to me. I wonder when the W.U. request will come. Oh well, I'm broke and unemployed...she can't get blood from a stone, though she sure can mess with my...uh...heart?...yeah that's it...somewhere below my belly button.
The end!!!!
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