This is part of 8 posts where I will, with minor edits and omissions, put my journal from days in Costa Rica online. There is no real grammar structure, but hopefully it makes sense...
10/26/2010 Tuesday
The rain started last night (around 10pm, I would guess based on the moon... I put my watch away on purpose). The canopy is still ingesting this morning. The sky yawns and goes from emitting mist to (only barely more coagulated) rain, and back. It's going to rain a lot today. A big bushy-tailed red squirrel lazily eats berries in the treetop next to me. On the ground a raccoon / anteater mix thing walked by. In the distance I cannot distinguish the horizon. It was obvious yesterday. I didn't have a plan for today, and the weather has ensured I catch up on reading in wicker chairs from a second-floor balcony. It's a nice day for a hammock, which is fine because the book I'm reading is quite good. His descriptions of skiing epic days at Wolf Creek, and skiing in general, have me really excited for ski season. I know exactly what the dude is describing. It's one of the best feelings on earth. So is this... Costa Rica. I feel really spoiled that I can enjoy both. I'm not exactly sure what I should (or have to) do to get that feeling to go away. For starters, I'm going to walk into town when the rain stops.
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Night. It turned out a fairly uneventful day. I ended up going for a bit of a hike, though, when the sky cleared. The beaches north of Montezuma are beautiful ...but full of trash. Very disappointing. Pretty but in need of cleaning. I bought some groceries and stayed in, chatting with a newly married couple (an English guy learning Spanish from his Spanish wife) and then playing rummy with a girl from New York, a Canadian, and a Westminster, CO native. Later a German guy joined. He told stories of hiking snow-free 6,000m peaks in Bolivia. It sounds like a trip to Bolivia and Peru for mountaineering is in order. I also finished the book... a good read. The author reminded me of Darren, which made me think of traveling alone. I know that's looked down upon a bit, but then again I do a lot of things alone. More than I should. I'll get that figured out soon enough.
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