So thanks to Best Buy and their subscription services and dumb automatic renewal shit, I am now down to my last $70 or so. And in a few days, lovely TCF will be doing their routine out-of-U.S. ATM checks and deducting another $40 from my account, which in effect means that at the moment I am very very dirt poor and will be nearly destitute in about a week. Not quite sure how I’m supposed to get through my last few weeks in Costa Rica on such meager funds. My financial situation in general has dipped from terrible to terribly preposterous to the point where I can’t even cry about it anymore, I just laugh pitifully at myself. Oh dear.
I have about three weeks left in this country. That’s three weeks left to enjoy all the following:
- open container drinking in the streets
- Cacique and Flor de Caña (hands down the greatest rum in the world)
- Musmanni, Taco Loco, La Casa de la Hamburguesa, Bulevar pizza, and all the other food joints I’ve fallen in love with here
- hearing reggaeton, salsa and merengue nonstop at all the bars/clubs/discos
- steady 80 degree weather during the day (summer’s just started here, how insane is that)
- my host mom’s FABULOUS cooking…SIGH
- going to the beach! On either coast! Clear blue waters! Black sand! White sand!
- Tico men (errrr hahaha…)
The list is endless, as you can imagine. I am not ready to leave Costa Rica. I am not ready to leave Central America. Whilst I am eager to reunite with familyfriendsandlovedonesyadayada and eat all my favorite delicious American foods again (oh, you can be SURE I have a list ready), I am not eager to leave my newfound favorite vacation destination. I am not eager to return to a life of stress and fast pace and go-go-go. In Costa Rica, we say “Pura vida” and “Tranquilo.” Basically, chill. Do I really have to leave all that?
So I’ve been meaning to document all my weekend trips and such on this blog, but as you can clearly see that has not happened. The last week in particular was particularly near-epic. My gringo friends and I trekked to Monteverde, a tourist nature/adventure-type town up in the mountains, first. After a day of exploring treetops and walking on some scary-ass suspension bridges, we resumed our drinking habits at night. Our next stop afterward was La Fortuna, another tourist town north of Monteverde and located right by Arenal Lake (it’s so strange to be saying that in English) and the Arenal volcano. There we frolicked, quite literally, in some waterfalls. It was glorious. The Thanksgiving break ended at the beach at Samara, yet another tourist town on the Pacific coast. I think I might have sunburned my right eyelid.
Alas, if only I had my dumbass camera with me to document it all. Further documentation of the past 3 months will have to continue at another time.