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Just outside of Puntarenas, Golfito
Thiago Alcantara needed some fresh air.
Tomorrow morning would change his life no matter what the outcome.
In less than 24 hours, he could be the new President of Golfito. In less than 24 hours, he would have to seek his political career elsewhere.
But he felt confident. And why shouldn't he?
The conservative party, better known as the POG, or Party of Golfito, was always the majority group of the country. The nation's base was right-center.
They'd run a good campaign. The enthusiasm was high. And his main opponent, Xabi Khedera, the candidate of the liberal National Liberation Party, wasn't exactly charismatic.
His mind turned to Radamel Navas, the Libertarian candidate.
"How many votes will he steal?" Alacantra wondered aloud.
He paused for a moment to watch a group of five kids kicking the football around. Golfito loved it's favorite sport, maybe even too much.
"I wonder how their parents feel about the election," he said, this time to himself in his head.
The clear, blue sky was turning orange and red. The Golfito sun had begun it's descent into the ocean. It was truly a remarkable sight that not enough people have seen.
Thiago (he always enjoyed going by his first name) reached into his pocket to look at his phone. Sure enough, just as he thought, there were no less than 10 text messages waiting to be opened.
There was one that caught his eye. It read, "We're waiting for you." His wife, Angela, was expecting and had begun using the term we more often than not.
A few motions from his finger and his body began to carry out the response he sent. Thiago turned and began walking in the direction of his house. The messages from his campaign managers could wait.
Besides, there was nothing anybody could change now. The election was very much underway.




