Life as we know it

I have no idea what I'm going to say here.

Consider yourself forewarned.

Anywho, today is Thursday, April 2nd. (Starting with the obvious seemed easiest.) That means I have been in Costa Rica for two full months. Almost nine weeks. 61 days.

And I'm tired.

It's been a really long week. My two lives (North American and Central) have both been demanding slightly more of late. Next week is Semana Santa so we've been putting the finishing touches on our grand escape plan (which looks like it will work!). Yesterday was my Spanish midterm. How it went is really anyone's guess at this point. I feel like I knew the material but not how the prof wanted us to present it. Add in super hot temperatures (record-breaking, actually, according to the madre), a few unexpected rainfalls and frequent power outages and the removal of the UNA's bus service (without the completion of the bridge) along with trying to coordinate schedule planning, registration and other logistical joys with Whitworth back home...and, as I said, I'm tired.

I'm really looking forward to spring break while at the same time, I'm trying to find a mallet to beat down the part of me that keeps pleading, "Please, just let me sleep!" I don't know why it thinks I'll start listening to it now. Though, I did happen on something of a conundrum in my daydreaming yesterday on the bus to San Jose. I was contemplating going snorkeling (something I've never done but always wanted to do), when I wondered how that would actually work. I wear glasses. I've never worn contacts and as a result don't have any. And I'm completely blind without my glasses. Well, maybe not completely blind, I'd probably see a shark coming at me (assuming it came slowly enough), but I'm pretty sure most of the finer details of the beauty that is the ocean floor would be lost on me. Not to mention the massive disorientation that occurs when I wander around without my classes. Never underestimate the importance of your depth perception. Treasure it while it lasts.

So anyway, that particular adventure may have to wait for another day or perhaps I'll get really creative and figure something out. We'll see. For those of you who actually contact me in real-time, or something loosely akin to it, I'm leaving at o'dark thirty Saturday morning (the 4th, if you'd like to know) and won't be back until late the Saturday after that. And, assuming there are no crisises, I have no intention of checking in the with the rest of world between. So don't expect me to or be alarmed if it seems as though I've fallen off the face of the planet. With any luck, I'll have done just that.

Well, that's pretty much the price of peas in Paris. Pura vida!