First a disclaimer:
I am a horrible speller, I will not spell things correctly, and I may not have the conviction to spell check every time i post somewhat infrequently.
I just recently read a note from my friend (and for some of you, your friend as well) Max. In it he talked very explicitly about writing while traveling. Its funny that no less than ten minutes after reading that I switch browsers to do exactly what he detailed in his note. Max was, in a far to complex way, talking about how as artists, writers and people we share our experiences of travel with those who are back home. This seemed especially relevant due to the fact that My very reason for starting this blog was so that I could have an easy way to keep any of you back home updated on my goings and doings while traveling. It's a funny feeling knowing that going somewhere so far away leads you to desire intimate (though in this case only one-way) communication with those you left.
Alright enough of my philosophical bullshit.
Costa Rica has been a blast so far, I was with my mom for the first two weeks (up until yesterday) and now I am on my own, in a surf town called Santa Teresa on the Northern Peninsula. Our "Week of Adventure with" Costa Rica Rios was amazing. We stayed in a river camp in the Jungle for two nights, we biked across volcanos in the pissing rain then after me and my mom went to Manuel Antonio for a week of solid vaction. I surfed all last week, and it was fun, I swallowed at least a gallon of Salt water, and then after that i felt like I was ok. So today we went to Santa Teresa to surf where there are legit waves and i found out that i am still very very very very much a beginner, meaning, I couldn't even paddle out to where the real breaks were.
So that's it for the most part. I have no pictures because I am kind of lazy, but also haven't taken that many. I would say something along the lines of, promise some are coming, but then if I didn't deliver that would be even lamer.