Mireya, our dear friend of more than three decades, has flown back to her nest. She took an American Airlines plane back to the great state of Maine early yesterday morning. She called us when she got to Miami and again when she arrived in Portland before catching her bus to the rural town of Randolph.
It’s only day one after her departure and we already miss her. At this moment, my wife is calling to learn about her arrival. Usually Mireya travels to Panama once a year in an effort to keep in touch with her roots. It was a pleasant experience having her with us for about ten days. Now that she’s gone, our house feels a little cold and lonely. I’m afraid we will have to wait another year before she migrates south again.
The day before her flight, we decided to give her a symbolic farewell gesture. It was a humble but emotional farewell dinner. We bought a soft Italian white wine with peach natural flavor called Riunite, and accompanied it with roasted turkey, baked potatoes and a vegetable salad. We also gave her an agenda with several powerful Napoleon Hills’s quotations about success. The quotations were handwritten by me on the first page of the agenda.
My wife and Mireya cried profusely when speech time came. My eyes became misty as well. Then we toasted with the chilled white wine, ate our dinner and went to bed. We only had a few hours to sleep, since waking time was 03:00 a.m. Mireya had an early flight and she had to be at Tocumen International Airport at 04:00 a.m. sharp.
Alcibiades, the Twisters’ father, was scheduled to pick her up at 3:30 a.m. He was sharp on time and made the trip to the airport in less than thirty minutes.
It turned out that both the flight and bus ride were flawless. Mireya is currently back home amidst her beloved rivers, lakes and forests, albeit with nostalgia for her friends and homeland. I guess that happens to all of us when we travel abroad.
Below are a couple of pictures capturing the emotional farewell event. Friendship is a good word to have under the pillow. Here we go.