Sitting in the airport at 5:30am, I look around and marvel at all the people here...staff that make this place function, other passengers (including a pink-and-purple haired girl I saw at the ferry a few days ago! who is also on my flight it seems) and ponder the increased security measures. Maybe someone tried to sneak an iguana through recently? The only sketchy things I have are safely ziplocked in a little plastic bag, my little bottle or perfume, some purell and two lotions.
Yesterday night getting to Heredia from Esparza was pretty epic. It began to rain around 5pm, at which time Elliott and I had a cup of coffee. We debated calling a taxi but decided not to...walked all the way to downtown (about 20 mins from his neighborhood) and stopped so he could print something and then at the supermarket so i could exchange a few dollars for colones, to pay bus fare. Then we walked to the highway and the bus stop, where it was raining cats and dogs and orangutans... There it was another 20 minute wait, as we watched various buses go by to San Jose and not stop. Finally a Tralapa bus stopped and picked us up, and I even got a seat! My legs were soaked and my bag too, though everything inside the bag was wrapped in plastic (which is a boon because I had my compu with me!!). About 35 minutes into my ride, the bus got too hot and the driver stopped to let it cool down. Another 35 minutes later and all of the passengers were outside, waiting to board another bus. I was stressing out, my plan for catching a local bus at the airport SCREWED because of the late hour. I stood awkwardly the rest of the ride on the second bus, an armrest in my crotch and someone's backpack against my butt. There was barely room to stand, and it was a good thing I remembered deodorant otherwise the lady sitting in front of me would have fainted. Getting off the bus I grabbed a taxi to Nidia's, my Mama Tica, and arrived soaked and tired at about 9:40pm. Muni was there after her baby shower, as well as Jimmy and Jason (hermanos) watching a soccer game. I re-packed my bag, Skyped with Elliott, called to double check my ride for this morning and talked with Nidia and Miguel before falling asleep around 11:45pm.
Yesterday was a tough day...saying goodbye to my esposo, my Familia Tica. I didn't get to touch base with some people after all, that I wanted to say goodbye to in Heredia. At Elliott's I had a good cry, my head on his shoulder and looking up at the house around us. Things are changing there, too. He will soon be moving out of the house and into a smaller apartment closer to downtown Esparza, which is less expensive. His room-mates are also leaving, having found a house closer to their workplace and more comfortable.
He is very organized and kind of a neat freak, which I alternately love and hate...it keeps me on my toes about being organized, even about brushing my teeth. (He brushes after every meal, me twice a day.) In any case, we will be living in a new place when I come back in December. We will likely be looking at more permenaant places in Puntarenas or Jaco.
It is getting lighter here, and the plane is being loaded with our meal...there is breakfast on this flight, HOORAY! Since I didn't eat dinner last night and 4am is a little early to drink coffee. It is beautiful and clear, and I can see the mountains in a ring around the central valley. My gate is starting to get busier.
Looking forward to people watching in Atlanta, and grabbing some Starbucks.
After Atlanta I head to Cincy, and from there go on to Dayton. Mom and Dad will be waiting for me at the airport, I think. Will do my best not to cry...
I am going to miss this beautiful country sooooooooooooo much! (Below: Mal Pais, in Guanacaste. We visited there two days ago!)
These 3 months will go quick, I know. Time flies...just like my time here did.
Dayton, here I come.
Pura Vida
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