Sunset from Barracuda in Playa Samara, Costa Rica |
The sun touches
the horizon and sinks beneath it. Purple and navy replace soft orange
and lavender.
“Where do you
live in Paris,” I ask. Clement smiles sweetly as she describes
home. She lives in a picturesque quarter of Paris – a flower shop
in the ground floor of her apartment building and a bakery next door.
A grocer 100m from her front door means she doesn't need to leave her
little city within a city. “There is a park 300 meters away from my
apartment. It is very nice. In the summer, children run, people
eat...”
“And sleep?” I
tease.
She smiles again. “Yes, and sleep.”
The sky is dark
now, the sun gone and Samara's lights blinking alive. I ask about the
boyfriend she mentioned offhandedly at La Vela Latina the previous
night.
“How did you
meet your boyfriend?”
“I met him in New Caledonia. He was the friend of a coworker. We were friends for one month, just friends, and then we decided we like each other.” She sips her beer.
Clement fell in
love with a New Caledonian local who was 20 years older than her with
two kids aged 18 and 25. Clement and he professed their love for each
other when they were in New Caledonia. “It's complicated,” she
tells me softly. “He says he will come to France but I don't think
so. His children are in New Caledonia. When we talked yesterday, we
talked only about what we did in the day. I tell him I love him and
he does not know what he wants. How can you be 50 and not know what
you want?”
She continues,
“there is another woman who is trying to come back to him. I don't
like her, I am very jealous. I call and she pick up the phone and she
treats me like his friend.” It's complicated,” Clement tells me
again, softly.
She stares out at
the night, her voice barely above a whisper.“I am on this trip for
myself, not for him. So I do what I wish. I want to dive, so I go
dive.” She is going to visit a few other spots in Costa Rica before
moving onto Panama, Nicaragua, Belize and perhaps someplace else. She
has two months before going back to France, two months to find
closure on her trip.
She tells me more
and I listen. The talks quietly of her love for her boyfriend, their past and the confusion of their future. She tells me about the diving she wants to do and I wonder if she'll find peace or an escape if she just visits enough beaches. When she stops speaking, we sit in silence together for
a long while, sipping in our beers and the burgeoning night before
departing.
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