3 Months

My mom keeps telling me that I should be writing down all of my stories.  I will try to do one better and start blogging all of my stories.

I have been living in Costa Rica for about three months now.  It has been an adjustment, as this is a much slower paced life, but things are good.  We have not completely settled, as we are still awaiting the arrival of my friend Breanna and her boyfriend Marshall.  They should be here by the end of the month, and then we will find a house for the four of us to live in.  In the mean time, Joe and I have been living in a studio apartment.  The location is great, and the rent is cheap, so we are pretty happy with the place.  I will be the first to say however that we are looking forward to having a little more space.

Our days are filled with late breakfasts, walks to the beach, frisbee, and lounging around.  I was actively trying to find a job, and had an offer, but it just didn't work out.  The job was for a tour company, which is awesome, however they wanted me to work in the office Monday through Saturday from 8 am to 5 pm.  All for a whopping $600 per month.  Now I am aware that $600 is the average monthly salary down here, I just couldn't justify spending all that time working for such little money, and not be able to go do things that I want to do.  That would only allow me to go to the beach one day a week, and really that is the biggest reason for being here.  So I respectfully declined, and am continuing to live unemployed, and enjoying every minute of it.  It has actually worked out for the best, because my family is coming to visit in 12 days.  Now I will have all the time in the world to hang out with them.  It would have been awful for them to come all the way here, and not be able to visit with them.

Things have been pretty quiet around here, so we are looking forward to a new adventure that we will be setting out on next week.  Joe's 90 day Visa expires next week, so we must leave the country and get a new one when we cross the boarder. We have decided to go to Panama for a night, do some sight seeing, maybe some shopping. In any case, it will get us out of the cage for a little bit. Hopefully the bus ride isn't too grueling.

Alright, more to come.  But for now, it's bedtime.

The Craziest Thing...

While sun bathing on the beach the other day, I was hit in the middle of my back, with the force of a thousand slaps...by a decapitated fish. The force was so great that fish was disemboweled all over my back, causing me a great deal of pain and confusion. I imagine it was the spine of the fish that cut through my skin, causing the stinging of sand, salt, and guts mixing with my blood. In my state of shock, I was unable to positively identify the source of this dangerous weapon, I was too busy crying or something. Joe and I came to the conclusion that a bird flying high above must have dropped his dinner, with the precision of a sniper, onto my back. It was traveling at such a high velocity, that when it hit me, it did not make a slapping noise, it was a very loud thud, then it bounced off me and landed about a foot away. No worries, the swelling has subsided, and I will probably survive this traumatic occurrence. Seriously, one of the weirdest things that has ever happened to me.