dear costa rica,
apparently you thought i didn't know what sweat was. well now i do. i certainly do. i glisten like i'm covered in diamonds. and by diamonds i mean beads of wetness that attract dirt like a freakin magnet. basically what i'm trying to say is that i'm as dirty now as i usually get in the canyon. nothing i'm not used to. but the sweating is strange. in the good ol' state of az i guess the stuff just evaporates instantly. although here i don't really have to apply moisturizer.
so i'm in costa rica. and i gotta tell you. despite the sweat (which is substantial, if you couldn't tell) this place is sweet. it's surprisingly tough to get into the swing of not having a schedule. of basically having a month to do whatever you want and not really having any responsibilities other than "get here, leave in month, get on plane, go home". (yeah my life sucks. dude, seriously i am not gloating. at least not a lot.) anywhoo, i live in a pretty cool jungle house that's about a 5 minute walk to the beach. i've got a few chill roomies. i've got a HAMMOCK. i've got some dogs. i've got the internets. all is pretty good.
so i'm in costa rica. and i gotta tell you. despite the sweat (which is substantial, if you couldn't tell) this place is sweet. it's surprisingly tough to get into the swing of not having a schedule. of basically having a month to do whatever you want and not really having any responsibilities other than "get here, leave in month, get on plane, go home". (yeah my life sucks. dude, seriously i am not gloating. at least not a lot.) anywhoo, i live in a pretty cool jungle house that's about a 5 minute walk to the beach. i've got a few chill roomies. i've got a HAMMOCK. i've got some dogs. i've got the internets. all is pretty good.