REGARDING THE WATERFALL THING

I got too tired last night to go to the waterfalls. We had dinner and I was just too wiped out to endure the nearly three hour drive. I had spent half the morning trying to get a keyboard delivered to my room whilst dealing with clients. Doing my job. We went to Playa Flamingo, had dinner, and then things got a little crazy…

I remember a taxi driver who made me laugh like mad who picked me up wearing a shirt and then suddenly wasn’t wearing a shirt. Pura Vida! We went to someone’s home who was smoking ribs. At one point, I did a jersey swap with a guy and now I wear the colors of the Costa Rica national team.

I feel somewhat initiated now.

More importantly, and seriously, I feel grateful. For the friends who have been so unbelievably kind. For the shirtless taxi drivers. For my new Jersey. For feeling safe in a restless world.

I’ve met many Americans here, of all political stripes, and we all have one thing in common: we are here to escape from the shitshow. And to party.

But as lovely as it is, being alone here is hard. As I write, sitting at the table that is held for me around the clock (awesome perk), I just saw a beautiful couple coming in from the beach. And it made me almost want to leave.

But I have work to do here. And I might need to party with the boys just a little more.

I’ve made some commitments I need to keep, including hiring a yacht for the people who have been so kind to me so that they and I and their families can all have a wonderful day of whale watching. People work their asses off here. Many drive hours to get to their job with no complaint. They do not get a lot of time with their families. The work ethic here is eye-opening to say the least.

This ain’t Starbucks.

So renting a boat for my friends and their families is how I try to give back. It sounds simple, I know, but it means a lot here.

Pura Vida, bitches!