COSTA RICA DIARIES v1n10

I wore this shirt earlier because a friend makes them for a band you know and people want to steal them off my back. It has happened. It was a bad day. I’m outta here. Its been fun, or at least an attempt. I’m going to Mexico. More my speed, I think…

UPDATE: I’m not going to give up just yet. I can’t. This country is too special and the fact that I am feeling a little sad and made a few poor choices is a dumb reason to bail. I do want to go back to Mexico, mostly to see my friends, but I’m going to change beaches here, get out of the resort community and see how it goes for a bit. I’ve been insulated/isolated behind gated walls here and haven’t experienced anything not Westin-related in several days. Where I am now is strangely like Hilton Head Island, where I live technically, and where I am running away from.

Christian Josi questionable life-logic at work once again.

I was on a shuttle golf-cart earlier filled with chatty conventioneers and literally found myself looking around to find a fork to stick in my face.

In all seriousness, it’s very beautiful here in Conchal but it is just quite contrived. Like Disney. Costa Ricans live nothing like this day to day and I can see it in the tired eyes of drivers and service workers I have been coming across in this little bubble I accidentally found myself in.

It’s good for the local economy and a lot of people are working who likely would not be were it not for Westin and their substantial investment here. So at the end of the day, it all seems to work. For many. But not for me.

Much like home on Hilton Head, I just find myself happier outside of the gated walls.

I want to better know Costa Rica. I do not need to know more about the Westin company.

For those keeping score at home, I have yet to see a single monkey.