Adios, amigos y amigas de Samara Beach

Trip Start Jun 13, 2008
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Trip End Dec 2008


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Thursday, July 17, 2008

 What a week it has been. I can see how fellow travellers have to drag themselves out of cool areas or get stuck in one place like a whirpool sucks you in.

 This has been one big party, lots of fun in the sun and tons of friendly locals and expats. I have been sharing a room at the hostel with Jennifer and Misha.  We usually do different things during the day and compare notes at night before going our seperate ways. They like all day beach sessions and like to do half dayers. They arent' partying or drinking and I have been endulging in the festivities every night. Yet, we have had good time and no probs sharing a small room. Its friday night and Jennifer goes back to San Jose in the morning before going back to the States on Sunday. Misha had to leave yesterday due to some kind of family urgency. I'm going to Playa del Coco. I'm kind of burned out on the beach, but will miss it the moment I leave. I want to go out tonite, but I will pay dearly in the morning if I do. I hate travelling and being tired or hungover. Its a big enough pain in the ass when your rested, dealing with the heat, the waiting and crowded chicken buses.
So, tonite. I rest after 12 nights of Livin' La Vida Loca, Pura Vida style.

I love this trip to Costa Rica thus far.  It's not the most pleasant trip I've taken in my life, but I just love it.  I love being here, I love being on long term vacation, I love seeing things I may never see again, I love meeting fellow travelers and all of us feeling that we have time to chat and ask where the other one has been.  I especially have loved chatting with locals in spanish and gaining new insight into their thoughts and aspirations. I usually always end up with a phone number and a invite to come see them or if i need any help. Thats why I love traveling!
 
What is travel?  Why does it mean so much? 
 
This travel blog keeps reiterating the  that same question in my mind: What is travel?  It's a big question, and hard to answer acurately.  But here's one part of it: Travel is a break from daily routines.  I deal my routines back home, I somtimes enjoy them and sometimes not, I strive to perform all my responsibilities as perfectly as possible, that's kind of fun for me.  I am an organization freak with my desk computer calendar synced to the calendar in my phone, with a place for every meeting and every task in its place.  I love getting things done!  And after awhile I start to HATE my organized life, it feels like a prison where I never get enough time to do the things I LOVE to do, because I spend all my time doing what MUST be done.  There are too few surprises and too much predictability, too much sameness from day to day.
 

 
But on trips, especially those lasting more than 3 or 4 days, the neurotic organization falls away, I intentionally drop it, leaving my phone/PDA at home but not the lap top...LOL.
 One of the things I love most about travel is the feeling I always mention that "everything I need fits in my duffle bag."  Leaping outside the confines of my self-imposed routines is exuberantly liberating, I feel awake, aware, and alive.  I notice everything around me and hardly miss even the smallest leaf on the side of the path.  I don't have a million things to get done and a million more tasks to plan for tomorrow, I am much more in the moment here, taking deep breaths, my mind calm.  I feel capable, strong, filled up with everything I am seeing and excited for the next stop on the trip even though this kind of travel is very labor intensive.
So, I move on to the next episode in the morning ~ Pura Vida
 
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