Left Behind in Chile...Almost
There was no time to think, only to run. I kicked it into high gear—well, the highest gear possible after another big lunch—and chased after the bus. The dust from the dirt road covered my face as I drew closer to the back window, where I could see the Fellows spread out and talking to one another. A group of Chilean soccer players yelled at the bus for me, trying to grab someone’s attention inside. My right shoe loosened up and almost fell off. I tried to catch the bus but as it sped up I realized that it was too late. I slowed down and wondered what to do next.
I pulled out my phone and sent one of the faculty members on the bus a text message: “I’m not on the bus!! I was in the restroom and I chased after you all. Come back please!” Text messages don’t always go through that quickly, so I made a quick call. The Fellows had just realized that I wasn’t on the bus when Jessica answered the phone, and they turned around to come pick me up.
Once again, our experiences in Chile seemed like something out of a movie. Imagine an American tourist who speaks practically no Spanish running desperately after a bus, dirt flying in his face—all this without an international call plan. Tragic? No, this was hilarious. Ironically, being left behind on accident is a very memorable, and pretty funny, moment. Besides, I had a few extra moments to gaze out at the picturesque view of the Pacific Ocean.