Pura Vida
Tomorrow morning I will be on a plane back to Boston.
I mean, I love you all, and part of me is certainly glad to be going back, but I seriously love everything about this place. I´m just really happy here.
I didn´t get to see Waylan, but I did meet a boy in Caño Negro. The short story is that I now know that the hottest thing a guy can do is teach you to dance merengue while whispering in your ear that you are beautiful. Clearly I have a Central American boy complex -- why can´t Northern boys be like that?
Anyway, I´ll be in Newton by tomorrow night. Call me!