Costa Rica

I am in Costa Rica! Well, actually, not right now. Right now I am back in the U.S. But, when I wrote this in my journal, I was in Costa Rica, right then. My friend Robert and I went down there last week and stayed for about ten days. Robert is still down there, I hope he’s all right and hasn’t been sucked out by the gnarly rip tides or been bitten by a colorful frog. We flew into San Jose last Saturday and spent the next two days with my friend Joe who is a kayak guide for Outward Bound. He’s been down there for a whole year, kayaking and surfing—such a hard life. We literally had no idea what we were doing when we got there but I think that’s the best way to do it sometimes. We were planning on having Joe take us around but he had to go on a trip so Robert and I were forced to backpack around the country by ourselves. So we just did that and backpacked around and took long, uncomfortable bus rides. We hung out at the beach in Montezuma—an organic, bohemian town filled with dreadlocks, European budget travelers and hippie expatriates. We drank forties of Imperial(the cerveza of Costa Rica) and watched the sunset.

Heres a poem I wrote:
Rip-tide foamy white
Shell white crash and bright
A fitting metaphor (for You)
To give and take
To habitate and break
A fitting Calm a fitting Fear
And moisture in the air, those
Clouds, flash and illuminate
Bright inkling to bright inkling
Yellow yellow fluttering height.

Pure Vida! (Which means everything is good)