Mathieu fixed my water housing and left to Nicaragua early this morning to meet his girl who's also traveling the world alone. The day we met he figured out the problem with the water housing in between dubbies and great conversation. I had been breaking my mind and whosever I met to fix it. He fixed it and left. We didn't have a chance to get to play with it. People leave all the time in this village of mostly foreigners, they arrive too, but the leavening part it's always bittersweet.
I have two more weeks and it doesn't seem enough. It's that wondering feeling that's itching my skin, putting my heart adrift.
Should I go somewhere else?
