Had one of those days today where there is definitely something rumbling trying to get going, head out somewhere. An uncommonly restless attitude for someone with the ambitious plans of laying around on the beach all day.... which is exactly what i did, except i ended up reading about 200 pages of my new book. The (fantastically friendly) hostel i am staying at has a book exchange, and as i have no more books left, i sacrificed the lonely planet on the altar of amusment. Eh, i only have a week left anyway, all it will be good for after that is dreaming from seattle about how to get back down south. So now i am reading Caramelo, by Sandra Cisneros which is fantastic and makes me want to go to mexico tomorrow. Probably wont happen so i will just keep reading and imagining i am in both places at once. In between chapters i made myself look around and appreciate the fact that my most pressing concerns where the SPF i was wearing and the slow trickle of heat seeping up in those funky waves from the sand. And then i would run straight to the water as fast as i can and admire not only the crispness of the water, but the random hot surfer ticos wandering by with their incredible tans and smiles and their differing swaggers to their shuffles.
I cant get over how friendly everyone has been in the last few weeks. I walked into the place where i generally stay when i can in san jose and a guy struck up a conversation about my shoes. My very ragged and well loved and traveled chacos that i cant seem to let go of, even though they are nearly cien porciento dead. Like i said, one more week. But seriously, its increible!! I love it when the world is full of people who are open to all sorts of crazy things that are just falling out of the sky.... and i cant beleive it but people other than my sister and my mom have actually read this page!!! I mean, that says something, that there are people all over the planet dreaming about doing what everyone wants to do really, which is whatever you want. I dont know if that makes any sense, but whatever. The people in this hostel were all standing around throwing darts, talking a mish mash of hebrew, swiss german, german, japanese, english and spanish. It was like the tower of babel (ahhh bible references getting a little weak, been a while since i looked it over) with english and spanish being sort of the common denominator between everyone. Lovin it. And we all went out together and had a good time even though they didnt know me the day before. Makes me smile and smile and spin around in circles running on the beach with happiness that yes, you can just meet awesome people!! NOW if only i can make it seem as simple in seattle i will be the happiest little college student in her last year of american reality that ever existed through a rainy winter of 6 months left to study.
But seriously, i am so so so so happy right now and i am glad that i am going home, if only for a little while to wrap up all the lose ends of being 22 that are whirling around like strings stuck to a fan. Hopefully they will lie down and let me leave when i feel like heading out again.....
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