No monkeys.
(A quick explanation: Bobo is a character Dayne created who loves monkeys. Loves. In all ways possible.)
I woke up this morning at 430am. Why? A GD rooster directly outside the dorm window cock-a-doodling. First it was every 10 minutes. Then it was every 5. Then every 2. Then I (mentally) cried uncle and got up at 530.
It rained all morning - the crazy thunderclapping, wild lightening kind. In the eye of the storm I dutifully headed to Manuel Antonio. Once I got there, the sky opened up again for another hour or so. It wasn´t the rain that cut my visit to the park short, it was the fact that my flip flops finally broke. I had unwisely left my dorm wearing only my sandles, fully aware that they were on their last legs. I hiked as far as I cold barefoot, but once I got to the rock trail I had to throw in the towel. Thankfully, I was able to kill sometime taking pictures and out of the blue, the rain let up for long enough for me to get a good fat hour of sun on the beach.
Terrified of getting burned (closer to the equator, blah, blah), I headed back to Quepos, back to my beloved movie-showing coffee shop for a few hours on caffeine and suger-fueled writing.
Last night, I made it back there (it´s called Aroma, I finally deciphered) the the evening movie which was The Fountian. The screening room was envy inspiring and the air-conditioning and white chocolate chunk brownie was beyond decadent. Tonight, it´s a Pedro Almodavar movie, so you know I have to catch that! And tomorrow? I catch the late bus (5pm) to the airport! My plan is to sleep there because my plane is so bloody early I´d have to wake up at 3am anyway. For some reason, I´m excited about sleeping in the airport. Its a really nice airport, plus its got the whole deserted mall appeal (anyone seen Night of the Comet or the newer Dawn of the Dead? I picture it like that, but not nearly as fun or exciting. It would be so cool to get to play in a deserted mall though...)
(A quick explanation: Bobo is a character Dayne created who loves monkeys. Loves. In all ways possible.)
I woke up this morning at 430am. Why? A GD rooster directly outside the dorm window cock-a-doodling. First it was every 10 minutes. Then it was every 5. Then every 2. Then I (mentally) cried uncle and got up at 530.
It rained all morning - the crazy thunderclapping, wild lightening kind. In the eye of the storm I dutifully headed to Manuel Antonio. Once I got there, the sky opened up again for another hour or so. It wasn´t the rain that cut my visit to the park short, it was the fact that my flip flops finally broke. I had unwisely left my dorm wearing only my sandles, fully aware that they were on their last legs. I hiked as far as I cold barefoot, but once I got to the rock trail I had to throw in the towel. Thankfully, I was able to kill sometime taking pictures and out of the blue, the rain let up for long enough for me to get a good fat hour of sun on the beach.
Terrified of getting burned (closer to the equator, blah, blah), I headed back to Quepos, back to my beloved movie-showing coffee shop for a few hours on caffeine and suger-fueled writing.
Last night, I made it back there (it´s called Aroma, I finally deciphered) the the evening movie which was The Fountian. The screening room was envy inspiring and the air-conditioning and white chocolate chunk brownie was beyond decadent. Tonight, it´s a Pedro Almodavar movie, so you know I have to catch that! And tomorrow? I catch the late bus (5pm) to the airport! My plan is to sleep there because my plane is so bloody early I´d have to wake up at 3am anyway. For some reason, I´m excited about sleeping in the airport. Its a really nice airport, plus its got the whole deserted mall appeal (anyone seen Night of the Comet or the newer Dawn of the Dead? I picture it like that, but not nearly as fun or exciting. It would be so cool to get to play in a deserted mall though...)
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