and here i stumble
there are three places i trip most frequently:
para o por
ser o estar
conocer o saber
other than that, i am getting by better than i could have imagined.
6 days left.
my roommate flew back to holland today. as we hugged and she stepped out of the clinic, i felt suddenly sad and isolated. but that has passed and i am in a bigger town now for some internet and coffee time.
went to la fortuna and manuel antonio for a few days. fabulous. many more monos and i have some wonderful pics of them. some good conversation with fellow travelers. a bit of an intimidating night at a club on a beach with too much gin, separated from my friends and caught up among many ticos. had to use my spanish, which was suddenly better than i ever imagined, to explain how and why i was not interested. found friends, found keys, found hostel, all was fine. but for a few minutes there i felt profoundly vulnerable.
ah well. back to reality in less than a week. i try to be affective here and do things like write the report i need to present for my work here. but it seems so strange to even attempt it.
i just finished lolita, which was perhaps overeloquent and intentionally insecure... and of course the content was disturbing and sometimes/often i considered that it may not be healthy or good to delve so deeply into the thoughts of a character so depraved and mentally ill. but i couldn't put it down.
that is 7 novels since i have been here. i have one more to go. i haven't had the opportunity to read like this since summers as a kid. it is pretty fricking awesome.
para o por
ser o estar
conocer o saber
other than that, i am getting by better than i could have imagined.
6 days left.
my roommate flew back to holland today. as we hugged and she stepped out of the clinic, i felt suddenly sad and isolated. but that has passed and i am in a bigger town now for some internet and coffee time.
went to la fortuna and manuel antonio for a few days. fabulous. many more monos and i have some wonderful pics of them. some good conversation with fellow travelers. a bit of an intimidating night at a club on a beach with too much gin, separated from my friends and caught up among many ticos. had to use my spanish, which was suddenly better than i ever imagined, to explain how and why i was not interested. found friends, found keys, found hostel, all was fine. but for a few minutes there i felt profoundly vulnerable.
ah well. back to reality in less than a week. i try to be affective here and do things like write the report i need to present for my work here. but it seems so strange to even attempt it.
i just finished lolita, which was perhaps overeloquent and intentionally insecure... and of course the content was disturbing and sometimes/often i considered that it may not be healthy or good to delve so deeply into the thoughts of a character so depraved and mentally ill. but i couldn't put it down.
that is 7 novels since i have been here. i have one more to go. i haven't had the opportunity to read like this since summers as a kid. it is pretty fricking awesome.