The Waters of Tachauatl

When Liberty Sweet grows restless with her job, she leaves everything behind to join a humanitarian mission to the land of Selvadorada. Deep in the Amazon rain forest, she finds adventure, a renewed passion for life, and true love.


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Chapter 1: Casa de Sorpresas

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Nothing exciting ever happens at Sleepy Meadows Retirement Home, where three friends caught up in a not-so-bizarre love triangle are living out the remainder of their days.
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That is, until one day, Richard Kingsley’s son stops by to visit, and leaves behind a strange gift — a movie prop that appears to be nothing more than an old-fashioned telephone booth.

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Forgetting about the old adage “Look before you leap,” the three friends step inside the old phone booth. They soon discover that appearances can be deceiving, and that it’s never too late in life for a little adventure.

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Chapter 1 – Retirement Reality Bites

Chapter 2 – You Can Call Me Al

Chapter 3 – The Magic 8 Ball’s Prediction

Chapter 4 – What I Wouldn’t Do For some Red Ruby Slippers

Chapter 5: The Nag and the Mare

Chapter 6: Roadkill Stew in the Brothel

Chapter 7: Little Schoolhouse on the Prairie (or Wherever We Are)

Chapter 8: Saloon in the Wild Wild West

Chapter 9: The Falconer

 

The Lion and the Ghost

 

Follow the drumbeats to the heart of Ethiopia, where the blue expanse of sky stretches on for eternity, and zebras and elephants roam free across the golden savanna.

 

 

Here lies the tiny village of Zewedu, which was once home to two unusual children. Aurelio and Tadelech were the best of friends until rebel soldiers appeared and ripped apart their quiet village. Torn away from the only lives they had ever known, the two children reach out to each other across the unknown distance…

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Chapter 1: Sea of Gold

Chapter 2: The Fortunate One

Chapter 3: Diamonds in the Sky

Chapter 4: The Night of Fire

Chapter 5: Coming to America

Chapter 6: Peaches and Wine

Chapter 7: The Mexican from Africa

Chapter 8: The Grooviest Man in the World

Chapter 9: Something is Missing

Chapter 10: The Flight From Rainbow Acres

Chapter 11:To Live Deliberately

Chapter 12: Mail-Order Bride

Chapter 13: Living in a Small Town World

Chapter 14: 632 Silvermoon Lane

Chapter 15: Ghostly Emergencies

Chapter 16:The Girl and the Gift

Chapter 17: All That Glitters…

Chapter 18: A Haunting in Asteria

Chapter 19: Cold Spell

Chapter 20: Curse of the Moon

Chapter 21: His Heart’s Desire (Part 1)

Chapter 21.5: His Heart’s Desire, Pt. 2

Chapter 22: Pirate Bay

Chapter 23: The Desert Rose

Chapter 24: Miss Baker Feeds the Hungry

Chapter 25:Vroom!

Chapter 26: Guess Who Came to the Wedding

Chapter 27: Purple Rain

Chapter 28: Mysterious Ways

Chapter 29: Dream Chasing

Chapter 30:The Fairy Nephew

Chapter 31: Stomping Grounds

Chapter 32: Journey to Senalat

Chapter 33: Disneyland Daddy

Chapter 34:The Anonymous Donor

Chapter 35: My Own Two Hands

Chapter 36: The Savanna Calls

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Finding Phoenix

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When you were a kid, did you ever dream of adventure? Did you wish that you could travel to a faraway place? New Zealand? Argentina? The moon?

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Did you wish that you could be a different person, with a new name, new face, new identity? What if you could start all over again from scratch, with a whole new family?

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That is what I did, and this is my story. My name is Xifeng Jin, and I am The Phoenix.

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Finding Phoenix Chapter List

Chapter 1: My Name is Xifeng, and I am Not Chinese

Chapter 2: I Did Not Burn Down My Treehouse

Chapter 3: My Incurable Disease

Chapter 4: Far Far Away

Chapter 5: Love Times Three

Chapter 6: My Meet Cute Had an Unfair Twist

Chapter 7: Popularity Has a (Pretty Stupid) Price

Chapter 8: Phoenix Fails, Big Time

Chapter 9: Romance and Restlessness

Chapter 10: The Phoenix on Top of the World

Chapter 11: I Don’t Think We’re in Stjernelys Anymore

Chapter 12: The Real Arvid Bergfalk

Chapter 13: Close Encounters of the Ew Kind

Chapter 14: The Good in the Middle of the Not-So-Good

Chapter 15: Stuck in a Bizarre Love Triangle

Chapter 16: Something in the Water

Chapter 17: Who Knows What Lies Beneath?

Chapter 18: The Hiding Place

Chapter 19: The Runaways

Chapter 20: A Tale of Two Babies

Chapter 21: Xifeng the Gangsta

Chapter 22: The Place of the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 23: I Kind of Snapped

Chapter 24: Whatcha Gonna Do When They Come for You?

Chapter 25: The Fugitives

Chapter 26: George and Lennie, Alien-Style

Chapter 27: It’s Time to Get Ill

Chapter 28: The Sacrifice

Welcome to Matahina Island

Beginning Matahina Island (16)    It wasn’t that Matahina was not a beautiful place. It was, in fact, one of the loveliest island chains in the South Pacific. The waters surrounding the islands sparkled a clear, warm blue. The land was all lush green hills and glistening white beaches – any tourist’s paradise.

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However, the tourists did not come. The white beaches lay empty, crystal blue waves pounding the lonely shores. The only people to enjoy the breathtaking vistas of the Matahina Islands were the residents, who, luckily, had discovered other ways to bring money to the island, thanks to the convenience of the internet. Still, they longed for the rest of the world to see for themselves just how special their home was. Beginning Matahina Island (7)Beginning Matahina Island (3)

“It is because of the wrath of Tangaroa,” the old ones whispered to the children of Matahina as they tucked them into bed at night. “Our people displeased the great Tangaroa by taking too much from these waters – great amounts of fish which went to waste and depleted the schools. And so Tangaroa cursed our land. He took away the fish and caused visitors to be smashed against the rocks and drown. Now their spirits forever haunt the islands.”

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Of course, most of the island people did not believe this myth. Nor did they believe the myth about the mysterious sea people who lived beneath the waves, nor the myth about Pahuanui, the great sea monster placed by Tangaroa to keep outsiders from reaching the island. They were only stories to entertain people around beach bonfires, or to make unruly children settle down and go to sleep. Weren’t they?

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The Secrets of Hiver Park

Hiver Park Secrets (4)Way up north, where the residents rarely feel the warmth of the sun’s rays, lies the small suburban town of Hiver Park. On the outside, the residents of Hiver Park seem so friendly and normal, that the community won the award for “Most Typical Northern Suburb” four years in a row. Hiver Park Secrets (3)

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But behind closed doors, the citizens of Hiver Park live with their own dark secrets…

Chapter 1: Ivy The Farm Girl

Chapter 2: The Loser

Chapter 3: Virginia the Superstar

Chapter 4: Grayson the Player

Chapter 5: Adao’s Big Plans

Chapter 6: Long Live the Queen

Chapter 7: Ivy’s Mission

Chapter 8: Screw-Ups and Snow Angels

Chapter 9: Grad Work

Chapter 10: Who Needs a DeLorean?

Chapter 11: Users are Losers

Chapter 12: Grayson Tanaka’s “Perfect” Life

Chapter 13: Newer is Not Always Better

Chapter 14: Spy vs. Spy

Chapter 15: Adao and Miffy

Chapter 16: Flight From Crazyland

Chapter 17: Nothing But Bots

Chapter 18: The Wisdom of the S.I.M.

Chapter 19: Return to the Future

Chapter 20: The Groovy End

The Secrets of Hiver Park: The Music Video

Mors Canyon

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The Bay Area was unprepared when the Great Silicon Valley Earthquake struck. Measuring 9.2 on the Richter Scale, the quake leveled buildings, bridges, and highways. It also resulted in devastating tsunamis, and fires which swept through towns and scorched hillsides. The once affluent Silicon Valley resembled a war zone. Residents and business fled the state, leaving behind the ruins.

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A few years after the quake, the U.S. military opens a base and research facility in the deserted Silicon Valley town of Mors Canyon. The promise of jobs, low property values and heavy advertising begin to attract new residents to the region. The rubble of the disaster is cleared away, and new homes and businesses appear.

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Mors Canyon is far from a peaceful town. A division forms between the military families, who live in base housing on the east side of town, and the incoming civilian families, who settle on the west side of town. Tensions rise as each side blames the other for the town’s high crime, pollution, and substandard schools. Screenshot-835Mors Canyon

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Chapter 1: Tammy the Party Girl

Chapter 2: Education the Chowdhury Way

Chapter 3: Tammy’s Party Night Blues

Chapter 4: Akash the Superhero

Chapter 5: The Superheroes

Chapter 6: Brave

Chapter 7: Worry

Chapter 8: When Heroes Fall

Chapter 9: Speak to Me

Chapter 10: Speak to Me, Part 2

Chapter 11: The Black Sleep of Cami

Chapter 12: Wyatt

Chapter 13: Phone Calls

Chapter 14: The Age of Summer

Chapter 15: Nice Day for a White Wedding

Chapter 16: The Outbreak

Chapter 17: Not Ready

Chapter 18: Midnight Meeting

Chapter 19: Beneath the Soil

Chapter 20: Dr. Chowdhury Returns

Chapter 21: Tests and Cures

Chapter 22: Graduation Day Surprise

Chapter 23: The Late Bloomers

Chapter 24: The Cover-Up

Chapter 25: The Flower Shop

Chapter 26: Be My Hero

Chapter 6: Failure and Frustration

Al couldn’t stop thinking about Liberty. From the moment they said goodbye in the rainforest, he was filled with regret. She had been the best thing that had ever happened to him. Why had he pushed her away? Why hadn’t he begged her to stay?

As time passed, he figured out the answer. If she had stayed with him, she would have eventually come to see the truth — that he was a big flop. Become a rock star? Ha! The band he’d formed with friends, The Fire Brigade, had fizzled before they even made it to their first gig, thanks to a huge blowup between the drummer and the bass guitarist. So Al took to the road as a solo artist, which he quickly learned was harder than he’d anticipated.

He earned a few clients while singing or laying his guitar at local amateur nights, but the only gigs he managed to snag were small parties and musician hour at coffee shops.

He was also not doing so well on the social scene. He went out with friends, but his mind was often thousands of miles away. He bored his friends to death by talking nonstop about Liberty and Selvadorada.

Other times, he would zone out while friends were talking, laughing to himself about some private joke he and Liberty had once shared, or checking his phone for a miracle text from her.

“Look face it, you’re not going to hear from her,” said his friend, Dirk, while they were working out together. “You never gave her a phone number, remember? What are you expecting her to do — hire a private detective to track you down?”

Not a bad idea, Al thought. He wished he could hire a private detective to track her down.

But he couldn’t even remember her last name. They’d never had to use them during the mission. To him, she was always Liberty. His Liberty.

He was a flop on the dating scene, too. “No one will ever be able to measure up to your ex-girlfriend!!” Charlotte, one of the women he’d been dating, said in frustration. “Nobody could possibly be that perfect.” She left the date in a huff, leaving Al to pay a huge tab.

After several years of failures, Al finally had to face the truth. His career was getting him nowhere, he was burning too many bridges to count, and thanks to a lack of music gigs and a lifestyle he couldn’t keep up with, he was running out of money.

“Why don’t you come and live with us for awhile, until you get back on your feet?” His sister, Polly, suggested. So Al packed up his life and moved across the country to the Oregon coast, where his sister and her son shared a small house with about a hundred cats. Okay, maybe it was more like three or four cats, but to Al, it felt like one hundred.

“Just until I get back on my feet,” he said, as he brushed cat fur off his clothes.

Chapter 5: Dr. Lehoia’s Diagnosis

The night before the mission came to an end, Liberty and Al joined the volunteers for a big feast in the village. There was music and dancing, and heaping plates of juane, steamed tigerfish, and papaya salad. Liberty was breathless by the time she and Al took a break from dancing to get some fresh air.

“I’m going to miss all of this.” Al motioned at the lush forest all around them, which was alive with the chatter of birds, monkeys, and frogs.

“So…” Liberty chewed her lip. “We haven’t really discussed…after.”

“After?”

“After this. I mean, you can come up where I live. Gold Valley is just your basic suburb, but it’s pretty nice.  My house has plenty off space. Or I could come down to your state, if you prefer.”

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“Libby.” Al took her hands. The pained looked in his eyes made her stomach drop. “I love you. But we can’t do this. Not now.”

“Why not?” Her voice quavered. “Don’t you want to be together?”

“Some day. But I want to get established in my music career before settling down. I’ll be traveling around a lot, taking every gig that comes along.”

“But…I can come with you. I can write, and–”

Al was shaking his head. “I just don’t think we’re ready. I’m not ready. I’m sorry,” he added, as Liberty burst into tears. “I’m so sorry.”

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They spent one final night together in the house that had been their home for the past year. Then, with broken hearts, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.

Liberty’s house was too big, and too clean, and too quiet. The only sounds she heard were an occasional car passing outside, and the click click click of Katniss’s toenails on the hardwood floors. She missed the noise, and the constant activity, and the people of the rainforest. Most of all, she missed Al.

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The symptoms of nausea and fatigue still continued to plague her days after returning, so she went to visit her doctor. Doctor Lehoia was a very, very very old friend of hers, and a skilled doctor who could solve just about any problem.

“This is a pretty classic case,” he told her after her tests came back. “I’d say you’ll start feeling much better in about seven months. Just in time to hold your new baby.”

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“I’m having a baby?” Liberty was stunned. “Al’s baby!” she clapped her hand over her mouth, dismayed. Al, who was traveling around the country, taking music gigs and had no home address. She didn’t even have his cell phone number, since cell phones hadn’t been allowed on the mission. He was going to be the father of her baby, and she had no way to tell him.

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“Well, Katniss, it’s not going to be just you and me anymore,” she told her dog, who wagged happily. As the months passed, Liberty prepared her life for the baby’s arrival. She painted a spare bedroom for the nursery, and folded stacks of tiny clothes and onesies. She took a part-time job taking inventory for medical supplies to make ends meet as she worked on her writing.

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She often thought of Al, which filled her with sadness and longing. But she had no way to find him. The internet was filled with Al Donaldsons, and none of them had his face. On a cold morning in February, baby Callen was born. Liberty wept as she clutched him in her arms. He would never know his father.

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Chapter 4: The Mark of Tachahuatl

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“Are you okay?” Liberty grabbed Al’s arm and pulled him toward her. “What on earth was that?”

“I don’t know.” Al’s face was pale as they looked back at the skeleton. Its strange, jeweled eyes had stopped glowing, and its spear was once again upright. “I guess I shouldn’t have touched it.”

“Maybe it’s electronic?” Liberty gave it a dubious look. There were no wires or electronic nodes that they could see. Just a bunch of dull, dusty bones.

“Maybe,” said Al. “I think we should get out of–” He stopped and stared at Liberty, openmouthed. “Um…there’s something going on with your face.”

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“What are you talking about?” Liberty reached up to feel her face, which felt normal to her. But judging by the expression on Al’s face, it was definitely not normal. It took several hours for them to make their way back to their house, where Liberty made a beeline for the bathroom mirror. When at last she saw her reflection, she let out a scream. Her skin was covered in a bizarre, bright green rash.

“Does it itch or anything?” asked Al, frowning in concern.

“No,” said Liberty. The rash looked odd, but it didn’t itch, or hurt, or anything. It was more like someone had taken a neon green sharpie and drawn circles on her skin. “I feel fine.”

Since it didn’t bother her, she decided to ignore it and let it go away on its own. Al didn’t seem to mind the rash, either. In fact, as the weeks of their mission trip drew to a close, the two were more inseparable than ever. They even began to sneak away from the group of volunteers for stolen moments of bliss together.

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But then the illness struck. Some morning, Liberty could hardly crawl out of bed, so intense were the attacks off nausea.

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“It’s probably from something you ate,” said Al, when the illness lingered. He walked her to the medical cabin, where the volunteer doctor looked her over and agreed with Al’s conclusion.

“Digestive illnesses are not so uncommon among the volunteer workers,” he said. “Be sure to boil your water carefully before drinking it.”

Liberty had another idea. “Could it have anything to do with the rash?”

The doctor had never seen a green rash like hers before. “I thought you’d decorated yourself for fun.” He promised to do some research, but later came up empty-handed. The green rash and nausea may be a symptom of some rare tropical disease.

It was Marta, from the village, who saved the day. “It is the mark of Tachahuatl,” she said. “I know a recipe from my grandmother. I will make it for you, and you will be fine.” She gave Liberty’s hands a reassuring squeeze, then went off to her home. She returned with a glass containing a murky, foul-smelling liquid that looked like pond scum. “Now drink,” she said.

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Liberty tasted a sip, then made a face. The drink tasted like pond scum, too. Then she counted to three, tilted back her head, and drained the glass.

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The effect was immediate. When Liberty looked over the big mirror hanging on thee wall of the cantina, she saw that her skin was once again a smooth cocoa brown. No more green splotches!

“Muchas gracias,” she told Marta.

It wasn’t until the next day that Liberty realized that the disgusting drink had cleared up the rash, but it had done nothing to ease her nausea.

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The doctor must have been right the first time. She must have eaten something that upset her stomach, and would just have to tough it out until it passed.

In the meantime, she enjoyed her good moments as much as possible. She worked hard during her volunteer shifts, then spent time with Al, playing music together and even learning how to dance salsa and rhumba. They no longer strayed into the jungle. Though neither one of them really believed that their encounter with the skeleton guard had anything to do with Liberty’s illness, they decided not to take any more chances.

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Chapter 3: The Map to Paradise

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Liberty never would have believed how much she and Al had in common. Now that he’d finally loosened up around her, they spent plenty of time getting to know each other. Al enjoyed reading, like her, and loved the idea of her becoming a writer. He came from a close-knit family, all of whom were crazy about music, like him. “My dad’s a police officer, but he plays weekend gigs with a bluegrass band,” he said. “He’s the one who taught me how to play guitar.”

“Does he know you’re hoping to become a full-time musician?” Liberty asked.

“Nah, he’d kill me if he found out that I was wasting my shiny, expensive business degree.” He frowned. “He thinks I’m going to look for a nice, stable desk job in a cubicle jungle after I finish my stint in this jungle.”

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During their work days, they slaved away as usual, helping to improve the lives of the natives. On their free days, they sometimes stayed close to home, trying new foods in the village. Al often strummed songs on his guitar as Liberty sang along, or recited literary passages to the music. Other days, they explored the rain forest together, snapping photos of wildlife, examining ancient ruins, and pretending to be expert archaeologists.

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They grew so close, that it felt completely natural when their relationship evolved to another level. When they kissed for the first time, the birds of the rain forest seemed to sing louder than usual, as though cheering for the couple.

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During the nights, there was no longer any arguing over who would sleep where.
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One warm, muggy day, they trekked further away from the village than they had ever ventured before. Marta, one of the village women, had told them about an amazing waterfall, and they were eager to find it. After a few hours of hiking, however, they realized that they must have missed a trail.

Al studied the crudely drawn map Marta had drawn for them. “I think we can find the trail if we circle around this way, he said, leading the way.

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Instead of the trail to the waterfall, however, they discovered a hidden lagoon, with clear green waters that sparkled beneath the blazing sun.

Liberty flashed Al a mischievous grin. Then she slid off her clothes and slipped into the cool waters. “It feels sooo good!” she said. “Come on in!” Al shed his clothes, too, and joined her. They paddled around lazily, drinking in the sunshine and one another’s company.

“We’re like Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden,” Al said.

“It sure feels like paradise.” Liberty said with a laugh. “If I see a talking serpent, I’ll be sure to stay away.”

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After leaving the magical lagoon, they made another surprising discovery. An ancient pyramid, still standing in the middle of the rain forest.

“I don’t see this on Marta’s map,” said Al, puzzled.

“Maybe she doesn’t know about it.” Liberty stared in awe at the vine-covered structure. “Think we should check it out?”

“I don’t know…” Al hesitated. “Maybe we should tell someone about it first.”

“Oh come on. Where’s your sense of adventure?” Liberty forged ahead, with Al close behind. Inside the ruins, it was cool and dark, and smelled dank. Liberty let out a shriek as a colony of bats swirled overhead, their leather wings beating against the air before they flew out into the daylight.

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“Hey look!” Al hurried across the chamber, where a row of skeletons stood, jewels sparkling in their rib cages. Each clutched a spear with a sharpened stone for a blade. As Al studied the skeletons, Liberty noticed other abandoned treasures scattered about the chamber.

“Do you think we’re the first people to discover this stuff?” she asked. “Maybe we shouldn’t touch anyth–”

But it was too late. At that moment, Al grasped one of the skeleton’s spears and gave a tug. The skeleton’s sapphire eyes began to glow.

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Chapter 2: Peaceful, Easy Feeling

The next few days were almost unbearable for Liberty. Not because of the hard work. She was happy to roll up her sleeves and help to dig trenches and lay pipes, happy to work side by side with the Selvadoradan women, learning to pound corn into a coarse flour and mix it with water to make a kind of tortilla. Nor was the setting intolerable, despite the wet, heavy heat and giant mosquitoes that tore at her skin. In fact, she would trade one hundred mosquito bites for having to share a house with Al Gae.

He complained about everything she did. When she scrubbed the tile floors, she left a residue behind. When it was his turn to sleep in the bed, she hadn’t tucked in the sheets tightly enough.

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When she did her best to cook them a meal at the end of a long, grueling day in the sun, he complained that she’d burnt the chicken.

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“It is not burnt!” she insisted. “Dude, what is wrong with you? It’s perfect.”

He tore off a chunk of meat and chewed. “It’s so overcooked, it’s like eating jerky,” he said, his mouth full.

“Fine,” she said. “Then from now on, you can do all the cooking.” And he’d accused her of being a spoiled suburbanite!

“Sorry,” said the mission leader when she’d begged to be reassigned. “Remember, this trip is about getting out of your comfort zone and getting along with all kinds of people.”

Liberty was sure that she’d never get along with Al.

Very early one morning, she was awakened from a fitful sleep on the hard living room futon. Was that music she heard? It was coming from outside. She motioned for Katniss to follow her out into the night. There beneath the trees was Al, strumming a worn guitar and singing softly. His eyes were closed, so he couldn’t see her and Katniss peering at him from behind a clump of bushes. She stayed there for the longest time, listening as his beautiful songs spilled out from his fingertips, mingling with the music of the birds hidden in the canopy.

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After that, she began to soften toward him. There was clearly so much more to Al beneath the surface, more than the grouch who had been attacking her for small, trivial things.

“Hey.” She tapped him on the shoulder at the end of the day. “You want to join me for some food at the cantina?” He eyed her suspiciously but agreed to go. They ordered meat pies that reminded her of pupusas, and for the first time ever, they carried on a civil conversation. She learned that Al’s family lived down south, which explained the slight twang to his voice. She told him how she’d quit her dull data entry job to come volunteer.

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“That was pretty brave of you.” He sounded impressed. “What will you do when you return home?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Write, maybe. I’ve always wanted to write. How about you? What will you do?”

He pressed his lips together, thinking. “I have a degree in Economics. But I don’t know if that’s how I want to spend my life. I was thinking…I might make music instead.”

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“Yeah?” Liberty raised her eyebrows, as though she had no idea he had a musical talent. “Are you any good?”

He shrugged. “I could play a little, if you’d like to hear.”

She smiled. “I’d like that very much.” They went inside the little cantina, where a guitar and microphone sat in a corner of the room. Across the room, locals and volunteers chatted and drank at the bar. Al picked up the dusty guitar and began to strum and sing an old song by the Eagles. Liberty listened for a moment, entranced, then turned on the microphone and joined in.

I got a peaceful easy feelin’
And I know you won’t let me down
‘Cause I’m already standin’
On the ground

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The other visitors crowded around as they sang, then burst into applause as Al strummed the final note.

“I hope you will come and play for us every night,” said the cantina owner with a heavy Selvadoradan accent. Al gave Liberty a sideways grin. She grinned back. They didn’t argue once for the rest of the night.

 

Chapter 1: Casa de Sorpresas

Everything about Liberty’s life was gray. The dull, cookie-cutter houses in her neighborhood were all painted shades of gray. The sidewalks where she walked her dog, Katniss, every day were hard and gray.

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Each morning, she sat in front of a gray computer monitor and performed her work, writing technical documents for the world’s least interesting company. She paid her bills, flossed her teeth, and greeted her neighbors every day, the same gray routine. But she couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling that her life meant nothing.

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Then one day, she came across an ad posted on the community center bulletin board.

CHANGE YOUR LIFE IN THE AMAZON RAIN FOREST! FIND YOURSELF WHILE MAKING THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE.

Liberty knew that this ad was speaking directly to her. The very next day, she resigned from her job and called the number on the ad. This was it! She was going to the Amazon. Somehow, while lost among all those trees, she was going to find herself.

After her plane landed, she took a bus to a remote location at the edge of the rain forest. From there, a guide led her small group on foot through the thick selvage, all the way to the town of Selvadorada. When she arrived at last, she was exhausted and queasy, and covered from head to toe with itchy mosquito bites.

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“Thank goodness for all the immunizations I had before I came,” she said to one of the guys in her group. “Just think of all the icky illnesses these mosquitoes probably carry!”

The young man didn’t smile. “Yeah, just think. You could like, die of malaria. Then you wouldn’t get to go back home and shop at the mall with your friends, or send Snapchats.”

Liberty meets the rude guy

Liberty frowned. “Isn’t that a kind of harsh judgment? I mean, you don’t even know me!”

“I know your type. Rich, pampered girls who think they’ll have an adventure with the poor jungle people, all so they can impress their friends with cool selfies. Meanwhile, some of us are here to actually work.”

Liberty and Al arguing

He walked off, leaving Liberty staring after him in disbelief.

His words had taken some of the shine off the beginning of her trip. Even though she knew that none off it was true, it still nagged at her all through orientation. After a lively group meal, introductions, and a tour of the town, the volunteers were given their house assignments.

Liberty had been expecting something primitive. A grass hut, maybe, or a platform tent. She couldn’t believe how cute her assigned cottage was. The walls were bright and cheerful. Colorful quilts and rugs added a homey feel to the humble dwelling. There was even electricity and indoor plumbing, to her surprise.

“I thought we’d have to sleep on the floor and use an outhouse!” she told Katniss. She danced around with glee, her spirits already much lighter than they had been. “We need to name this place. Hmm…I know! How about Casa de Sorpresas?” This house had been a pleasant surprise, after all.

Casa de sorpresas

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Then came the knock on the front door. Liberty rushed to answer it. It must be her assigned housemate.

“Hi!” she said with a wide smile, throwing the door open. Then her smile fell. It was the rude guy. “What are you doing here?”

Al Gae being a crankypants

The guy’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. “I live here. For the next year, anyway.”

“You’ve got to be kidding!”

“Wish I were.” He stepped inside and dropped his heavy backpack. “Looks like we’re stuck together.”

Liberty groaned. Of all the volunteers in her group, this was her new roomie? Maybe there was someone she could talk to, to trade.

“My name’s Al Gae.”He thrust a hand toward her.

She blinked. “Like….algae?”

“Like algae.”

“Okay. Well, I’m Liberty Sweet. And that’s Katniss.”

He nodded toward Katniss, then headed toward the kitchen. Liberty realized how worn-out she felt. She headed upstairs, where she found another bathroom, and a small bedroom. There was one bed, covered in a lovely hand-sewn quilt.

One bed.

This was so not going to work. It was bad enough that she’d have to share a house with the rudest guy in the rain forest. There was no way she was going to share a bed with him, too. She searched every cabinet and closet in the house, praying for an air mattress or futon, but there was nothing.

Only One Bed

“Flip for it?” Al suggested. “Loser takes the sofa.” He pulled out a coin.

“Tails,” said Liberty. The coin went spinning in the air, then landed in Al’s outstretched hand. Tails.

“Have fun on the sofa.” Liberty couldn’t help but flash Al a smirk as she climbed between the cool, crisp sheets. She’d given this place the right name. Her new home was definitely full of surprises.

Liberty wins the bed