Tomorrow I will be in Colombia... yeeeeeeeehawwwwwwww! Two weeks ago my enthusiasm about landing in one of the most dangerous places in the world, alone, at midnight, with no certain direction to go, was a bit obsolete. I was more apprehensive then excited, but somewhere in the last 10 days I'm really looking forward to it. Perhaps it is because I'm getting restless in Costa Rica. After a month of being here I can honestly say I've seen it all. It is a beautiful, culturally rich and diverse country that I have thoroughly enjoyed exploring, but I am ready for some Ecuadorian hitchhiking, Andes mountaineering, WWOOFing at a Chilean vineyard, teaching children, Bolivian hostel volunteering, and encountering the unexpected. Costa Rica was a nice easement into what is to come, but tomorrow and really the rest of my journey's from here, are going to be left up to the unpredictable.
Here, I lived in a nice home with a wonderful lady named Lily who cooked the most delicious meals and always made sure I had clean clothes. The last time I lived that well was when I was in the 5th grade! If only Lily knew that before I came here I ate pizza off of a trash can, have a pair of underwear that I found on the streets of New York (I drycleaned them by the way..) and bicycled an ungodly amount of miles everyday she probably wouldn't believe me. In Costa Rica, I feel like I have been living the high-life, which makes me feel a little odd. When I leave here I'll be back to the old ways of peanut butter tortilla wraps and rationed beans. Every now and then I'll splurge on ceviche or a mojito or a cappuccino, but I like seeing what is the minimal I am able to survive on. It makes me appreciate things much more, and understand the weightlessness of not being bound.
Like the Stars say, "when there is nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire."
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