then peru back handed me

I feel like be stiller i `meet the parents`...my windshied has just broke...my trip is crashing in front of me. where in the world (literally) is ruben? he is probably still in mexico-never got on the plane, and will take the next plane out later today.

thats it! back to the internet and back to the email...back to his itinerary...back to the airline...back to the other flights to lima...back to how long i have to wait...
lan peru-hub in lima-tons of flights right? no...10 30 at night, to arrive at 6 tommorrow morning. stike...maybe a connecting flight? i go to the office in the airport, and thank you! the man speaks english! i explain the situation- it was a long explanation, im not gonna lie, i mean look at these blogs, you think he wanted to hear all this? i finish (finally) and he just looks at me...10 30 tonight, to arrive at 6 tomorrow morning...i have gone from ben stiller to natalie portman-i better get comfortable, cause i am about to live...WAITING! NOT LEAVING! STAYING RIGHT HERE! NOT MOVING! WAITING! for ruben.

finally the tears come. what is going on? what am i going to do? and where are the lockers so i can put this backpack down already!

just hold on...just breathe...and think...what can bethany do?
ruben´s family-i will call ruben´s family! maybe if i am lucky i can understand 3 or 4 words of out of the conversation and pick up whats going on...maybe...and right now it is my only shot. i go to the phone...i think. this toyish looking blue and yellow box? this is the phone right? i walk up...i feel pretty confidant i can follow the pictures...but i have no soles-peru´s currency.

objective number 1-soles...i found a money exchange...easy. good job bethany!
objecitve number 2-phone...phone number...i dont have rubens parents number on me...ahhh! scream, tear, breathe, think, internet!
back upstairs...the lady at the counter just smiles at me now dince it was my third visit in an hour and points to a computer...email...rubens number..back downstairs...make this blue toy thing with pictures work!

i put in some soles...who knows how much it is worth. some lady at the other end starts talking like she is auctioning off the phone rates or something...slow down! she is not listening, and she doesnt really seem to care about my situation-like being a recording was any kind of excuse. i just start dialing the number and cross my fingers...

´bueno? ´ its rubens dad! its rubens dad! i tear...breathe...
´hola! soy bethany´...of course i am bethany, like i need to tell them who this gringa on the other like with a cracking voice is...´have you talked to ruben?´ (remember this is all in spanish)
¨yeah, he has a problem.¨ really? i didn´t notice... ¨bethany, he is going to quito...he flys out at 12:50¨
¨ok, where is he? where is he flying from?¨
¨he´s in lima¨
¨what? hes in lima? but i am in lima! he does not need to go to quito! i am not going to quito! I AM IN LIMA!¨ if he is in lima, why have i not seen him yet?
¨yeah, bethany he is in lima, he is going to quito, he will be back in maybe 2 or three days¨ two or thee days! i dont have 2 or 3 days, i am here now!
¨then he will be in lima?¨
click! there goes the phone, the soles had had enough...so now i have no ruben, i have to stay one to three days in lima...and then he will be here...maybe? more tears, and then the qoute from my favorite movie monsters inc...come on, keep it together man!

just hold on...breathe...think...what to do?