Hi perpetuallysad, yes it was fun to be reminded of our time together. I often think of him but for the life of me I couldn't remember his last name until I found the letters.

The email address is actually his business so I am pretty sure it is active. I put private in the subject line and didn't say much in the message considering it was his business. I copied it to an addy from his facebook (yes I even found him there lol) but it came back undeliverable. It may put him in a state of shock for a day or two.

When we parted he was making claims of coming to visit me at home but I was saying no no no!! you can't come into my real world. His letters after suggested he was coming anyways but he never did show up and my letters to a general delivery address he gave me somewhere in Central America (forget where now) never got picked up.

A friend of his half way between Costa Rica and where I live called me out of the blue wondering if I had heard from him because he had told his friend about me and that he was heading our way. He never showed so the two of us started a search for him. We were worried since we knew he would be travelling through some dangerous areas.

I ended up being the one to track him down in Australia by phone. It was very very anti-climactic. Short and sweet. "Glad you are safe. Give your friend a call he is worried about you. Okay bye." I always wondered what was up with that. I just figured he must have met another woman along the way who went back with him to Australia or he went back to his ex wife. I could tell he was nervous and kind of speechless. Talk about a bubble burst. Geesh! I decided I needed to leave what happened between us back where it belonged.... in the category of a holiday romance. Until last night when I found the letters.

I really don't expect to hear from him but I think I am glad I wrote him the email just the same. It is fun to imagine the surprised look on his face. There are pictures of him all over his website so I know I got the right guy.

It was a wonderful affair. It came at such a perfect time in my life. I had gone to Costa Rica to avoid the Christmas blues that always hit me after my mother's passing. The fun in the sun was the perfect antidote.