Smallsville

Trip Start Jun 24, 2006
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Trip End Aug 10, 2006


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Sunday, July 23, 2006

Domincal (permanent population 300) is a small, still somewhat undeveloped town on the southern pacific coast. The road to get here was comically rough, muddy, bumpy and involved driving across a small river (without a bridge). In Quepos, Domincal was described to us as a surfer lodge, the beach version of some ski resort, but not as developed. Here, an American living here said the area was for surfers and people making money off of surfers. Real estate is becoming big business and when the road is improved this expanding area will inevitably explode. It is totally beautiful and apparently has consistent strong waves. I took a surf lesson in Quepos which was at once quite fun and rather humbling. But the big waves here do not appeal to me at all.

We have met lots of Amreicans who came here and never went home. For 6 months, a year, 10. I can see the appeal, especially if surfing grabs hold of your soul. But Iīm not sure beach by day and cocktail waitress by night would satisfy me. Maybe in some short term vacation kind of way. But after a few months, I suspect a sense of purposelessness would set in.

A summer slips by, I am thinking more and more about the upcoming school year. I am both hopeful and fearful about working with the naughty kids. But, despite the trepidation, I suspect I need it looming in my mind. I certainly provides for a sense of purpose. I keeps me going, it feels important and that feeling is essential for me. As much as Ļpura vidaĻappeals to the beach lover in me, doing important and impacting work satisfies me in someway that beautiful sunsets cannot.

I suppose the real secret isnīt much of a secret at all - balance. A little of both, you know. But much like that damn surfboard proved, balance isnīt always so easy.
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gin0
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purposelessness
I think maybe you don't feel like that if you've had enough of a full life before you surf and stare at the waves everyday for the rest of your life. Or anything for that matter. I know I am certainly there, I would love nothing more than to be on no one's schedule ever again. That I could sit outside and stare at the trees, listen to the birds, move around and project at my own pace.
Ah, such blissful thoughts,M
PS - how goes the evacuation?

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go check your hotmail you hot blooded mama, for reservation changes
m

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