Dreams of Meteorites

Where to begin? This last weekend was absolutely amazing, we went to Puerto Viejo as I said and partied like frat boys... Not really, but we had a lot of fun. After a four hour bus ride we arrived and it was very hot and humid there. The town itself is a very sleepy one, reggae music drifting from a lot of the bars and houses and the vibe mirrored the music. We rushed to our hotels and were all pleasantly surprised to find a beautiful courtyard surrounded by our rooms. We left to find food, cervesa, and dancing which is all very abundant there. We had pizza, of all things, and listened to live reggae which was both very good. After that we went to a bar directly on the beach called Jhonnys Place or something something similar and danced in the ocean more a less, a very surreal experience for all of us. We finished the night with some locals sitting and chatting. I am impressed with how much easier it is to speak and understand Spanish after a few imperials.

The next day we had breakfast at this amazing little spot called Bread and Chocolate, a very American breakfast but good none the less. (Oh, this may be a good time to point out that this town is overrun with tourist, not an ideal situation for me but it was kind of nice to run into some other gringos.) After breakfast it was off to the beach for some swimming and sun worshipping, we rented some bikes for like three dollars and rode a ways to the south. The sun was brutal and we were sweating our asses off but the grins on our faces spoke louder then words. We hung out on the beach for quite a few hours and none of us got to burned and then we all ran back home to shower and get ready for another night of dancing. See the theme here, Pura Vida. Johnnys was packed and they were playing top 40 mainstream stuff but I didn't care, the energy, the people, my friends, I couldn't ask for anything more. Why would anyone? That night was a long night to say the least, but the details are only available in hear say and photos.

The last day, or more appropriately the last morning, was bitter sweet. None of us wanted to go back to the city and so we laid on the beach until shortly before we needed to catch the bus and drank Pipas(?), which is coconut water out of yellow coconuts, delicious stuff really. We boarded the bus all very exhausted and I for one slept the entire way home.

Yesterday I was still very tired from the weekend and after school I came home and slept, woke up ate dinner, watched a bit of TV, slept through the night. During the night I had many a crazy dream, the only one I remember well at this point involved a bunch of my friends from Portland and I sitting on a hill watching a huge meteorite fall from the sky and land in the distance with a tremendous flash. Don't know what it meant but it was very beautiful and emotional for some reason. Until next time....