3-years, 5-months, 11-days into Samantha’s abduction

Adriana Coronel Tenorio, Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel, ballet, Mexico, Nike, Twilight Zone

Saturday, April 21, 2012: Hi Sam. Today I had a day that would rival any episode of “Twilight Zone”. As I am driving down to see you I received a flurry of calls from Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel). She tells me that your ballet teacher decided to add an extra hour of practice today. I am sure that is entirely possible, but at the last minute? No way. I am sure there is something Adriana is not telling me. Ballet is a discipline. I met your ballet teacher. Nothing about her tells me she would do anything last second like Adriana suggests. I can only suspect that Adriana didn’t tell me because she loves to create drama. No drama here as I used the time to prepare for your birthday.

So, I found myself at the Nike store next to the border. Killing some time before I head over to see you. Somehow, some way, I lost my house and car keys. I could not believe it. I retraced my steps a dozen times, looking everywhere. Store employees helped in the search, still no luck. At one point I thought about just heading over and worrying about it until later. The problem with that was my passport was actually in the trunk of the car. No way to get back from Mexico without it.

Another issue was that I did not know who had my keys, if anyone. With the border right there I am sure stolen vehicles that get taken to Mexico are a problem. As I am sitting there communicating what is going on with Adriana, I hear a loud CRUNCH. A camper mashed into the side of a car right in front of me. Thank God nobody was hurt. It turns out the guy who caused the accident did not have insurance and they were going to take the camper to Mexico never to be seen again. The irony in all this is that this all happened in the parking lot of a Mexican insurance company.

OK, enough already. I miss you so much. I love you so much!. You are my angel Sam and I will fight for your honor until my time on this planet has come to pass. Someone at Nike eventually found my keys. I wish they had the magic elixir to fix this situation with Adriana. I only get a 6-hour window with you each week, thanks to Adriana. When stuff like this happens, it’s usually not a big deal, until it affects my time with you then it becomes a very big deal.