Kristian and I danced until 4:30 in the morning. At the door to my hotel, he kissed me softly on the lips and asked when he could see me again.
I had planned on staying in San Cristobal until Wednesday, and then traveling around Chiapas for another few days. Chiapas has so many gorgeous waterfalls, caves, and cultural ruins that I wanted to make sure I saw it all before I headed back to Puebla. Kristian had thrown a kink into my plans.
On Tuesday, we met for lunch and then he had 2 performances that night. I found him in a different cafe and listened blissfully to him for hours. Afterwards, we talked over dinner. I was completely comfortable with him and knew three days just wasn't enough. So, I asked him if he wanted to travel with me throughout Chiapas. He had 3 days free before he needed to return to Queretero to start his studies again and also had not yet seen some of the magical places I had on my to do list. So we started making plans.
I think it was John Lennon who said, "Life is what happens when you're busy making plans." Sometimes I think "Shit" would fit more accurately than "Life."
Wednesday, Mom found me somehow in the middle of Mexico to let me know Dad was badly injured. He had fallen over 20 feet off of a lift at work and broken nearly every bone in his body, including all of the bones in his face. His aorta had ruptured due to the stress of all the injuries, along with some arteries in his leg- he was in danger of bleeding to death. "Find a way home" was all my mom's message had said.
After holding me for a minute of chaotic sobbing in the bustling street, Kristian led me home and helped me pack; while I found a plan ticket from Mexico to Chicago, he worked on the much trickier plane ticket from Chiapas to Mexico City. I hugged him one last time before I got in my taxi to the airport. I would be home in 24 hours.
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