this is about recovery
Yes.
Returning to the country feels so good!
Hot water. Hot water. Hot water. First, foremost.
Electricity, second. (Well, to get the hot water, but still.)
There's food here, other than beans and rice. God, it tastes SO good. I keep eating. Eating eating eating. All sorts of ridonkulous food keeps finding its way to my mouth.
There's time for sleep, but it's not coming. It didn't work the past month, so it may take awhile to kick in. I was up every day at 4am (THANK YOU howler monkeys XXX) and to bed every night either at 3am or not at all. I miss those monkeys, so obsessed with their scrotums. Thank you friends.
Holy crap there's AIR CONDITIONING. Totally unnecessary, but all-encompassingly appreciated. You can do things like cleaning, sleeping, breathing, without dripping in your own sweat. Like, woooooow.....
There's a man here, whom I haven't even seen in fucking four weeks. He's smoking a cigar and listening to all of these stories with a keen cheek...
There are four other women, scattered across the U.S., experiencing this same shock. Two of them are now madly in love with each other.
This is what working with sea turtles will do to you.
I miss those turtles. Walking along the beach, in the middle of the night, in single file with others and totally silent. Moving like pelicans along the waves, avoiding the water. Seeing a mother turtle's messy tracks. I miss the trek to the mother, getting all the equipment ready. Making sure that the red headtorch lamps are on so that she doesn't get distracted and return to the ocean. Trying to measure her carapace and tag her flipper while she flings sand into every open orifice in your head. Counting her eggs and moving them to another nest so that poachers do not steal them.
I also miss the spanish, and the other indigenous tongues spoken almost everywhere along the caribbean coast. The people who have lived here for generations. Some of them are borrowing money from the grameen bank to start businesses.
I miss the programs, everywhere, designed to protect the land of Costa Rica. The people spearheading these programs. They are so proud to have been born in this country. There are so few programs of this caliber in america. There are very few individuals that are so proud to have been born here, and so willing to stand by their families and indigenous communities to preserve what is already abundant.
Time for a drink...
Returning to the country feels so good!
Hot water. Hot water. Hot water. First, foremost.
Electricity, second. (Well, to get the hot water, but still.)
There's food here, other than beans and rice. God, it tastes SO good. I keep eating. Eating eating eating. All sorts of ridonkulous food keeps finding its way to my mouth.
There's time for sleep, but it's not coming. It didn't work the past month, so it may take awhile to kick in. I was up every day at 4am (THANK YOU howler monkeys XXX) and to bed every night either at 3am or not at all. I miss those monkeys, so obsessed with their scrotums. Thank you friends.
Holy crap there's AIR CONDITIONING. Totally unnecessary, but all-encompassingly appreciated. You can do things like cleaning, sleeping, breathing, without dripping in your own sweat. Like, woooooow.....
There's a man here, whom I haven't even seen in fucking four weeks. He's smoking a cigar and listening to all of these stories with a keen cheek...
There are four other women, scattered across the U.S., experiencing this same shock. Two of them are now madly in love with each other.
This is what working with sea turtles will do to you.
I miss those turtles. Walking along the beach, in the middle of the night, in single file with others and totally silent. Moving like pelicans along the waves, avoiding the water. Seeing a mother turtle's messy tracks. I miss the trek to the mother, getting all the equipment ready. Making sure that the red headtorch lamps are on so that she doesn't get distracted and return to the ocean. Trying to measure her carapace and tag her flipper while she flings sand into every open orifice in your head. Counting her eggs and moving them to another nest so that poachers do not steal them.
I also miss the spanish, and the other indigenous tongues spoken almost everywhere along the caribbean coast. The people who have lived here for generations. Some of them are borrowing money from the grameen bank to start businesses.
I miss the programs, everywhere, designed to protect the land of Costa Rica. The people spearheading these programs. They are so proud to have been born in this country. There are so few programs of this caliber in america. There are very few individuals that are so proud to have been born here, and so willing to stand by their families and indigenous communities to preserve what is already abundant.
Time for a drink...