It’s been a little over a month since that unexpected phone call with Erika. I was hoping to be able to go home to Mexico City to try and catch up with Erika but the work on the site was so backed up that I didn’t have a free minute.
To compensate for not being able to go home as scheduled, they offered to give us a weekend off, with pay and a little extra for being on call. So when I found out what weekend I had, I decided to give Alejandra a call and see if she would be available. Erika and I didn’t really talk much after that fateful night, mainly because of the awkwardness between us, but we were and still are really good friends.
Erika knew what weekend I was supposed to come back to the city, so she called me the day before I was supposed to fly back home and asked if I wanted to go get some drinks when I got back that Saturday. I told her I was on-call that weekend unexpectedly but they had given me off the next weekend, but bad thing was, I had to remain in Puerto Vallarta on-call in case they needed me.