Sunburned in the Rain

Just a quick update for today: I am feeling much better than the last time I wrote, and my hair has flattened out again, more or less. Three nice people moved into my room (I say MY room because I have been here 4 days now, and am getting territorial) yesterday, two of whom have already left again. The most entertaining of them was from New York, and was planning on staying in Costa Rica for 3 weeks, a week of which (beginning today) she was going to spend volunteering at an ¨organic type place¨ in ¨puscel¨¨-- a town which does not appear on any map, and which no one else seems to have heard of. The man who runs the farm gave her somewhat sketchy instructions about buses, but she had gone to the bus station yesterday and no one there seemed to have heard of it either. Last night she was flirting with the idea of not going to ____, and just ¨hanging out¨ here instead. Considering I am something of an authority on hanging out in San Jose I wouldn´t recommend it, but neither would I recommend getting on a public bus to ____. She left this morning. I hope she makes it okay.

I´m moving tomorrow to meet the GAP group. I spent the morning wandering around looking for a specific church the hotel is apparently near to, and couldn´t find it. I saw several nice churches though! I am eager to get out of this hostel with it´s 24 Coldplay/Jack Johnson/50 Cent, and cold showers. Not that I´m not fond of it, because I am. It´s a peculiar paradox that as much as love moving around between cities and countries, as soon as I am in a new town, as soon a I set my bags down in a hostel the place becomes home. I´ve been made fun of because within an hour of moving I´m talking about ¨going home¨to unpack. People need some degree of familiarity, they need a base, they need home. Turns out home is just more flexible than it seems at first.

It is raining again. And I do mean Again. And yes, I have a sunburn.

N.