"If I Ever Leave This World Alive" - Flogging Molly
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll thank for all the things you did in my life
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll come back down and sit beside your
feet tonight
Wherever I am you'll always be
More than just a memory
If I ever leave this world alive
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll take on all the sadness
That I left behind
If I ever leave this world alive
The madness that you feel will soon subside
So in a word don't shed a tear
I'll be here when it all gets weird
If I ever leave this world alive
So when in doubt just call my name
Just before you go insane
If I ever leave this world
Hey I may never leave this world
But if I ever leave this world alive
She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
Yeah should be alright
Thursday, May 27, 2010
100% Adventura
San Juan del Sur was incredible. Casa Feliz is the best hostel ever- it was like being back at home again. I went to Playa Maderas every day, partied with good friends- and only spoke spanish for my entire stay. They are currently filming Nicaragua Survivor in San Juan and the areas around it so there were a ton of people in town. I went back to my favorite soda - Arena Blanca- and the owner took one look at me and said "Neena, Como estas?". I was shocked, but I guess I made an impression last time around. I was only in San Juan del Sur for 5 days, but I made the most of it and had a blast.
I was sad to leave after only five days, but I knew that I had limited time on my hands - so I left on Monday, May 10 for Costa Rica. I woke up at 6am- ran to the mercado to get one last good meal, hit up the bank and caught a taxi at 630am to LA FRONTERA.
La frontera is what they call the border, and it can be a pain in the ass to cross. Fortunately for me, it wasnt my first time crossing the border. I got out of the taxi and a local "guide" came up "hola mi amor!" - I knew that he wanted my money, and this time around I didnt need any help. I thanked him but said no way buddy, and headed for the border. After an hour of waiting in lines and filling out forms, I was finally in Costa Rica. I caught a bus at 9 for Liberia. In Liberia I got off the bus and was bomboarded by about 15 taxi drivers. "Taxi taxi taxi!!!!" they all screamed in my ear. I said "no" but this one taxista kept harassing me. With that I turned around and said "NO ME MOLESTA POR FAVOR!!!" with that all of the taxi drivers laughed and left me alone. 5 minutes later I was on a bus to Puntarenas. I was literally the last person they let on the 2pm ferry. "Rapida gringa!!! Rapida!!" they were all yelling, "LO SIENTO!!!" i replied and jumped on the ferry. I got onto the ferry a sweaty mess and threw my big backpack on a seat and asked an old man to watch it for me. I noticed he was drinking a pilsen and his buddy was drinking an imperial, so I bought one for each of them. "Su propina!" I said with a smile. I then went out and caught some sea breeze and enjoyed probably the best beer ive ever had in my life, accompanied with an empanada de pollo- of course. I sat in the ferry wtih the viejos for the rest of the trip and they told me about their lives. One guy was 72, the oldest of 9 brothers- named Alberto. He told me, "yo tome 4 cervezas cada dia entre las 4 y las 6, y despues- no mas." He was coming back from Puntarenas because a friend had died and they were bringing tbe body back to bury him in the Cemetery in Cabuya. Cabuya is an island that can only be reached in low tide- and it has a tiny cemetery on it. Alberto's parents and four of his 8 brothers were buried on the island. One day, he said, he would be there too. But this guy was so energetic and lively, I knew he had quite a few more years ahead of him.
Once we got to Paquera, I caught a bus to Cobano, and had to sit and wait for the 530 bus to Santa Teresa. I had been traveling for 11 hours by the time I got on the bus for home sweet home. I finally got into santa teresa around 7, and the driver dropped me off at Pizza Tomate.
Santa Teresa is inbetween Mal Pais and Fleur Blanca- its about a 5 km stretch of dirt road. Mal Pais is the first stop you hit, then santa teresa, then fleur blanca. Even further is the town of Manzanillo. Pizza tomate is where a bunch of my homies hang out during the day, and since I dont have a phone- if I ever am looking for someone, I just go to Pizza Tomate and ask- did he go to the left or the right. Pretty simple lifestyle there.
Once at the Pizza I saw Froilan and Andrea and Froi gave me a ride to the house. AHH Back in Marilin's house, once again. For the next week, we partied and surfed and ate pizza tomate and took motorcycle rides, hit up la piscina and just had a blast. There are a lot of good stories over this week, but maybe not appropriate for everyone to hear. :)
Anyway, I spent a lot of time with Tocola, Randy and Marilin. I got to see Will, my friend at Fleur Blanca- who had just flown back from a crazy week in Argentina. He came back to work and the entire Hills cast was filming the season finale in Fleur Blanca and throughout Mal Pais and Montezuma. One night at Day & Night, MTV took over the whole bar. There were bright lights, cameras everywhere, and everyone was PISSED that their bar was being sabatoged by MTV. It was chaos. So much fun. I might be on the season finale, look for my green hat. My friend Will is one of the characters in the finale, which is funny for SO MANY REASONS.
Portia came out for a week and even though the heat and sun almost killed her, we had an awesome time. We went to Isla de Tortuga for snorkeling- I bought fresh fish off of a fishing boat- probably 6 kilos of fish, snapper and something else- for 8 dollars. It was awesome Portia and I rented a quad and took it all over the place.
I spent my last week partying it up, chillin with my friends, and realizing that I want to come back again as soon as possible. Id really like to own a piece of property there, VAMOS A VER.
My second to last day I ran in a 4k and WON. Well, I got 4th overall but I was the first girl. This is after not running for 3 weeks and the night before Tocola and I drank a liter of rum before the bars. In Santa Teresa, when there are storms in the evening, the power sometimes goes out and you are stranded. So, Tocola and I were stuck in my house with portia for 3 hours and all we had was rum. So we drank like pirates. Anyway- back to the 4k- I won roundtrip tickets anywhere in costa rica. I guess I have to go back!!!
I headed back to San Jose on the 23rd- Portia and I waited at the airport for 2 hours for a plane that never arrived, so we ended up having to take the bus to San Jose. We met these awesome chicks at the airport - always meeting new peeps in costa rica.
We finally got to San Jose and ordered a pizza and hit the hay. Portia had to leave at 4am for the airport, I left at 7am. I had yet another long traveling day, but made it back to Houston. The next 24 hours were nuts, trying to see people - run errands and keep my energy up for the next day. I hit the road yesterday for Lubbock TX, but my car broke down five hours into the trip. I was stranded in a tiny town for 7 hours, trying to find a quick and cheap way to get a new transmission for my car. NOT POSSIBLE. Im now about $2400 in the hole and I have to wait until tues or wednesday to get my car back. I rented a rental car and headed to Austin around 8 last night. Got into Annalicias house around 11 and she prepared a feast. We drank wine and ate like kings, she, george and I. I slept like a baby last night, still trying to recover from Costa Rica.
Yesterday I was traveling for 12 hours, made it to Austin, and lost a car in the process. 2/3 of my posessions are in some tiny town in texas, the other third are with me in Austin. I guess Im heading back to Houston tomorrow until they tell me that my car is ready to go. Then im off to Jackson Hole to start work. Ahh how things change. I cant wait to get back to Wyoming, and Im super frustrated that Im not on my way now, but if this is the path I must take, so be it.
PS: more fun costa rica stories to come - but I wanted to give a brief overview of what happened so far. hasta la verga.
I was sad to leave after only five days, but I knew that I had limited time on my hands - so I left on Monday, May 10 for Costa Rica. I woke up at 6am- ran to the mercado to get one last good meal, hit up the bank and caught a taxi at 630am to LA FRONTERA.
La frontera is what they call the border, and it can be a pain in the ass to cross. Fortunately for me, it wasnt my first time crossing the border. I got out of the taxi and a local "guide" came up "hola mi amor!" - I knew that he wanted my money, and this time around I didnt need any help. I thanked him but said no way buddy, and headed for the border. After an hour of waiting in lines and filling out forms, I was finally in Costa Rica. I caught a bus at 9 for Liberia. In Liberia I got off the bus and was bomboarded by about 15 taxi drivers. "Taxi taxi taxi!!!!" they all screamed in my ear. I said "no" but this one taxista kept harassing me. With that I turned around and said "NO ME MOLESTA POR FAVOR!!!" with that all of the taxi drivers laughed and left me alone. 5 minutes later I was on a bus to Puntarenas. I was literally the last person they let on the 2pm ferry. "Rapida gringa!!! Rapida!!" they were all yelling, "LO SIENTO!!!" i replied and jumped on the ferry. I got onto the ferry a sweaty mess and threw my big backpack on a seat and asked an old man to watch it for me. I noticed he was drinking a pilsen and his buddy was drinking an imperial, so I bought one for each of them. "Su propina!" I said with a smile. I then went out and caught some sea breeze and enjoyed probably the best beer ive ever had in my life, accompanied with an empanada de pollo- of course. I sat in the ferry wtih the viejos for the rest of the trip and they told me about their lives. One guy was 72, the oldest of 9 brothers- named Alberto. He told me, "yo tome 4 cervezas cada dia entre las 4 y las 6, y despues- no mas." He was coming back from Puntarenas because a friend had died and they were bringing tbe body back to bury him in the Cemetery in Cabuya. Cabuya is an island that can only be reached in low tide- and it has a tiny cemetery on it. Alberto's parents and four of his 8 brothers were buried on the island. One day, he said, he would be there too. But this guy was so energetic and lively, I knew he had quite a few more years ahead of him.
Once we got to Paquera, I caught a bus to Cobano, and had to sit and wait for the 530 bus to Santa Teresa. I had been traveling for 11 hours by the time I got on the bus for home sweet home. I finally got into santa teresa around 7, and the driver dropped me off at Pizza Tomate.
Santa Teresa is inbetween Mal Pais and Fleur Blanca- its about a 5 km stretch of dirt road. Mal Pais is the first stop you hit, then santa teresa, then fleur blanca. Even further is the town of Manzanillo. Pizza tomate is where a bunch of my homies hang out during the day, and since I dont have a phone- if I ever am looking for someone, I just go to Pizza Tomate and ask- did he go to the left or the right. Pretty simple lifestyle there.
Once at the Pizza I saw Froilan and Andrea and Froi gave me a ride to the house. AHH Back in Marilin's house, once again. For the next week, we partied and surfed and ate pizza tomate and took motorcycle rides, hit up la piscina and just had a blast. There are a lot of good stories over this week, but maybe not appropriate for everyone to hear. :)
Anyway, I spent a lot of time with Tocola, Randy and Marilin. I got to see Will, my friend at Fleur Blanca- who had just flown back from a crazy week in Argentina. He came back to work and the entire Hills cast was filming the season finale in Fleur Blanca and throughout Mal Pais and Montezuma. One night at Day & Night, MTV took over the whole bar. There were bright lights, cameras everywhere, and everyone was PISSED that their bar was being sabatoged by MTV. It was chaos. So much fun. I might be on the season finale, look for my green hat. My friend Will is one of the characters in the finale, which is funny for SO MANY REASONS.
Portia came out for a week and even though the heat and sun almost killed her, we had an awesome time. We went to Isla de Tortuga for snorkeling- I bought fresh fish off of a fishing boat- probably 6 kilos of fish, snapper and something else- for 8 dollars. It was awesome Portia and I rented a quad and took it all over the place.
I spent my last week partying it up, chillin with my friends, and realizing that I want to come back again as soon as possible. Id really like to own a piece of property there, VAMOS A VER.
My second to last day I ran in a 4k and WON. Well, I got 4th overall but I was the first girl. This is after not running for 3 weeks and the night before Tocola and I drank a liter of rum before the bars. In Santa Teresa, when there are storms in the evening, the power sometimes goes out and you are stranded. So, Tocola and I were stuck in my house with portia for 3 hours and all we had was rum. So we drank like pirates. Anyway- back to the 4k- I won roundtrip tickets anywhere in costa rica. I guess I have to go back!!!
I headed back to San Jose on the 23rd- Portia and I waited at the airport for 2 hours for a plane that never arrived, so we ended up having to take the bus to San Jose. We met these awesome chicks at the airport - always meeting new peeps in costa rica.
We finally got to San Jose and ordered a pizza and hit the hay. Portia had to leave at 4am for the airport, I left at 7am. I had yet another long traveling day, but made it back to Houston. The next 24 hours were nuts, trying to see people - run errands and keep my energy up for the next day. I hit the road yesterday for Lubbock TX, but my car broke down five hours into the trip. I was stranded in a tiny town for 7 hours, trying to find a quick and cheap way to get a new transmission for my car. NOT POSSIBLE. Im now about $2400 in the hole and I have to wait until tues or wednesday to get my car back. I rented a rental car and headed to Austin around 8 last night. Got into Annalicias house around 11 and she prepared a feast. We drank wine and ate like kings, she, george and I. I slept like a baby last night, still trying to recover from Costa Rica.
Yesterday I was traveling for 12 hours, made it to Austin, and lost a car in the process. 2/3 of my posessions are in some tiny town in texas, the other third are with me in Austin. I guess Im heading back to Houston tomorrow until they tell me that my car is ready to go. Then im off to Jackson Hole to start work. Ahh how things change. I cant wait to get back to Wyoming, and Im super frustrated that Im not on my way now, but if this is the path I must take, so be it.
PS: more fun costa rica stories to come - but I wanted to give a brief overview of what happened so far. hasta la verga.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Managua - San Juan Del Sur
Ahhh where do I begin... after 2 hours of sleep on Sunday night- I headed to the airport at 3 am for a 6 am flight to Miami. Scored my own row on the plane, slept like a champ. Got to Miami Airport, got on the jam packed plane to Managua- they sent a smaller plane than needed- and it had some "mainenance issues" so we sat for about an hour before take off. Finally made it to Managua, but my ride did not show. They screwed up the dates- so I waited for 2 hours and finally took a taxi. They wanted 40 bucks, I paid $25. I had a wonderful taxi driver and it was nice to just chill and speak spanish. I forgot the smell when you pass by a mercado. It is very unique to Managua and I instantly remembered it. Funny what comes back to you when you return to a foreign country.
It was 96 degrees that day. We drove for about 2 hours to Granada and the hostel where I wanted to stay was booked. I took my chances and had the driver take me to a decent part of town where I found a hostel for $10 per night. I had a room with a single bed and a bathroom. My 3 amenities were sheets, a mirror, and a fan somehow attached to the ceiling. I did what anyone who is returning to Nicaragua does, I aked the guy at my hostel for a large empty Tona bottle- strolled across the street and traded it in for a discounted, ice cold beer. Incredible.
Granada is beautiful, but in all honestly I was too hot and tired to really appreciate it. I walked around the town square and saw the sights and found a place selling gallo pinto. I had gallo pinto con pollo for 40 cordobas. Thats about 2 dollars. I was feeling a little buzzed from my Tona and decided to by moraccas. My backpack weighs 40 pounds and my camelback is filled to the brim. Room for moraccas? NOPE. They are stil intact right now but who knows if they will survive the trip. Oh and I also bought a little hippy bracelent- its blue and yellow and totally awesome.
I went home while the sun was going down and fell asleep. I woke up around 8 and decided to check out the night life. I watched the street kids breakdance, watched the gringos in the only IRISH pub in Granada- and enjoyed my alone time. There was a band walking around and playing good music, and the street kids were jammin their own tunes on a boom box. A little boy - probably around 8 years old yelled something innapropriate to me in spanish, and I knew exactly what he was saying [doesnt need to be posted here] and responded with "QUE LA VERGA!!!" He and his friends cracked up and they all laughed. Ahh first chance to say Que LA VERGA in Nicaragua is usually the best.
I slept horribly that night. There was an old creepy spanish man who was wasted at the Hostel, almost passed out on the front porch- so I headed directly to my room. My head was going a million miles an hour, and I tried to sleep in the 90 degree heat, but it was impossible. I threw up, I felt like dying but I never once thought to myself, "what am i doing?" I just knew I had to move on in the morning.
The next morning I ate a quick breakfast and caught a chicken bus to Rivas. Met 3 europeans all headed for La Isla de Ometepe. Score. We caught a taxi to the next town over, San Jorge, and took the ferry across to the Island. The ferry was a beater, I literally sat inside a big tire on the roof. Not too bad for 30 cordobas. The ride took about an hour and a half- and we met 2 more peeps on the way. The first was an Italian chick who took off on a motorcycle, and the other-a silly North Carolina guy named Chaz. We all split a cab to Hostel Merida. We got stopped by the police - and our taxi driver didnt have his documents- so we sat on the road and waited for half an hour before the finally let us go. One of our tires was going flat so we had to stop again and fill it up. Finally, 2 or 3 hours later- down a bumpy road - we maded it to Merida.
Isla de Ometepe is unreal. There are 2 huge volcanoes and its on a beautiful fresh water lake. The hostel - i will have to post about later- there is just too much to tell right now- but I can say that it was inspring. The owner has 3 computers and great internet and the local kids are allowed to use the internet all evening if they bring in a giant water bottle filled with trash. These waterbottles are packed with plastic, which are then mixed with concrete to make tables. Its amazing. ANYWAY- im actually writing an article for the hostel owner so Ill be sure to include the link.
I slept like a baby that night. The air was cool, it was raining, and I had a huge powerful fan next to my bunk. I woke up the next morning at 530 am- and watched the beautiful sunrise. Thats when I really got to talk to the owner, Alvaro, and learn about his community. He is making a difference, and his main goal is to help the children of Ometepe learn english.
I took a kayak out to the Isla de Monos, there are actually 2. One of the islands has about 10 monkeys - these are really tiny islands- and the other has 2. They are super cute but they will attack! We are warned not to enter the island, but the local children swam over from shore and played on the island and harassed the monkeys. One of the kids paddled up to me on a piece of wood with a wooden oar, and I was totally jealous of his boat. I got back to the island and relaxed in the shade- then a group of us took a walk around the area.
I should have hiked the volcano, but its hot as hell and I just wanted to explore. Thats the beauty of traveling alone, you do whatever you wanna do. Hostel Merida has group dinners for 6 dollars- all you can eat. They are amazing. I spoke to some local women who are in the earliest stages of trying to figure out how to do homestays for tourists visiting the area. I threw then 5 dollars for their cause- and tried to give them pointers on what I think that they should do. I realized, I am speaking spanish!!! People in Nicaragua barely speak english, so its a really nice experience for me.
We all got drunk off rum last night and after waking up at 6 this morning I took a boat with a great couple from Nederland, Colorado over to the ferry. For 12 dollars, a 20 minute boat ride seemed like a great option. We took another ferry across- this one was legit. It even had 3 trucks on it. I was sad to leave the island, but thinking about all of my hungover buddies doing the "treck of hell" and the lure of the pacific kept me going.
I told the couple, LET ME DO THE BARGAINING- and we caught a taxi from St. George to San Juan del Sur for $12 dollars. Thats a killer price, if I do say so myself. Our taxi driver put in a mix cd that he had made with 80 songs from back in the day- all in english. We rocked Dust in the Wind, Take my Break Away, the BGs- it was awesome. Finally, at 9:15 this morning we made it to San Juan del Sur.
SAN JUAN DEL SUR- oh my god ive missed you.
I walked up to Casa Feliz, my favorite hostel, and they were booked. Ben was out, Codo was apparently in Canada- and I didnt know the new joint owner. I told him I would sleep in a hammock if I had to, and the new partial owner laughed at me- and said, "youve been here before, havent you? I can always tell". Haha.
He told me that was fine, and asked me if I wanted to come surf. I threw my bags in his room and headed with the guys to Playa Maderas. They let me borrow a 6'8'' Al Merrick- which is a foot shorter than what I rode 6 months ago. Oliver Solis was driving, and hes pretty much one of the best surfers Ive ever met- and they told me the waves were going to be HUGE.
We rode out to Maderas and the waves were hitting at a certain angle- which didnt work out so well. Aparrently at the other beaches - Remanso especially - the swell was UNREAL. Double overhead, if you will. I ate some food with 2 of the 3 guys, and we watched Oliver take some waves. I said some hellos to the 3 hermanos, and then I attempted to surf. I paddled out faster than the 2 guys that i was with, which was nice- but only caught whitewater today. Either it was flat, or HUGE set waves- and even though it was impossible for me to catch them, it was really nice for my first day in 7 months. We headed back at noon to Casa Feliz- where I found out that I had been upgraded from Hammock to best room in the Hostel- the DELUXE room- with a double bed and no roomies- for $7 dollars a night.
I did my laundry, chilled with Josue and some of the other Casa Feliz peeps and then headed to the MERCADO with some guy. I have missed the mercado on a DAILY basis. The mercado has 5 restaurants in the center of a building -surrounded by vegetable vendors and people selling clothes.
I ordered my favorite meal at my favorite resturant in the world- Snapper in a jalepeno cream sauce, topped with onions- con arroz, frijoles ensalada y aguacate- it was even better than I had remembered. Not bad for 4 bucks.
There I ran into France. France probably the only REALLY black guy in San Juan del Sur- and everybody knows him. He is the first person I met on my very first night I visted, and he was like the best tour guide Ive ever had.
As we were talking- I looked up to see a tall tan surfer dude with dred locks. But not just any surfer dude- it was someone I knew very well. His name is Chele. The last time I saw him he was living in Santa Teresa. Apparently he moved here 6 months ago and never looked back.
THIS is what I love about traveling around the world, you run into people you know all the time.
After hangin with the guys for a bit, I headed off to Hotel Joxie- the only place in San Juan del Sur with power right now. The power has been off all day, and will probably turn on within the next few minutes. It happens all the time here, you just have to know where to go. Ive been typing for about an hour an 10 mins now.
Im so excited to be here- and the next four days are going to go by way too quickly. However, I have a date with the Jesus Statue- and I have go pay him a visit today. Afterwards Im going out with the gang.
Tonight is LADIES NIGHT- which apparently means 50 cent rum drinks and free shots of tequila. I cannot party too hard, I MUST RESTRAIN!! I have to re-learn how to surf tomorrow. Moving to a smaller board is like starting all over- but at least I know I can paddle faster than 2 men- one of which has lived here on and off for 6 years.
Life is good, Im safe, happy, and surrounded by some of the best scally-wags on earth.
HASTA LUEGO
It was 96 degrees that day. We drove for about 2 hours to Granada and the hostel where I wanted to stay was booked. I took my chances and had the driver take me to a decent part of town where I found a hostel for $10 per night. I had a room with a single bed and a bathroom. My 3 amenities were sheets, a mirror, and a fan somehow attached to the ceiling. I did what anyone who is returning to Nicaragua does, I aked the guy at my hostel for a large empty Tona bottle- strolled across the street and traded it in for a discounted, ice cold beer. Incredible.
Granada is beautiful, but in all honestly I was too hot and tired to really appreciate it. I walked around the town square and saw the sights and found a place selling gallo pinto. I had gallo pinto con pollo for 40 cordobas. Thats about 2 dollars. I was feeling a little buzzed from my Tona and decided to by moraccas. My backpack weighs 40 pounds and my camelback is filled to the brim. Room for moraccas? NOPE. They are stil intact right now but who knows if they will survive the trip. Oh and I also bought a little hippy bracelent- its blue and yellow and totally awesome.
I went home while the sun was going down and fell asleep. I woke up around 8 and decided to check out the night life. I watched the street kids breakdance, watched the gringos in the only IRISH pub in Granada- and enjoyed my alone time. There was a band walking around and playing good music, and the street kids were jammin their own tunes on a boom box. A little boy - probably around 8 years old yelled something innapropriate to me in spanish, and I knew exactly what he was saying [doesnt need to be posted here] and responded with "QUE LA VERGA!!!" He and his friends cracked up and they all laughed. Ahh first chance to say Que LA VERGA in Nicaragua is usually the best.
I slept horribly that night. There was an old creepy spanish man who was wasted at the Hostel, almost passed out on the front porch- so I headed directly to my room. My head was going a million miles an hour, and I tried to sleep in the 90 degree heat, but it was impossible. I threw up, I felt like dying but I never once thought to myself, "what am i doing?" I just knew I had to move on in the morning.
The next morning I ate a quick breakfast and caught a chicken bus to Rivas. Met 3 europeans all headed for La Isla de Ometepe. Score. We caught a taxi to the next town over, San Jorge, and took the ferry across to the Island. The ferry was a beater, I literally sat inside a big tire on the roof. Not too bad for 30 cordobas. The ride took about an hour and a half- and we met 2 more peeps on the way. The first was an Italian chick who took off on a motorcycle, and the other-a silly North Carolina guy named Chaz. We all split a cab to Hostel Merida. We got stopped by the police - and our taxi driver didnt have his documents- so we sat on the road and waited for half an hour before the finally let us go. One of our tires was going flat so we had to stop again and fill it up. Finally, 2 or 3 hours later- down a bumpy road - we maded it to Merida.
Isla de Ometepe is unreal. There are 2 huge volcanoes and its on a beautiful fresh water lake. The hostel - i will have to post about later- there is just too much to tell right now- but I can say that it was inspring. The owner has 3 computers and great internet and the local kids are allowed to use the internet all evening if they bring in a giant water bottle filled with trash. These waterbottles are packed with plastic, which are then mixed with concrete to make tables. Its amazing. ANYWAY- im actually writing an article for the hostel owner so Ill be sure to include the link.
I slept like a baby that night. The air was cool, it was raining, and I had a huge powerful fan next to my bunk. I woke up the next morning at 530 am- and watched the beautiful sunrise. Thats when I really got to talk to the owner, Alvaro, and learn about his community. He is making a difference, and his main goal is to help the children of Ometepe learn english.
I took a kayak out to the Isla de Monos, there are actually 2. One of the islands has about 10 monkeys - these are really tiny islands- and the other has 2. They are super cute but they will attack! We are warned not to enter the island, but the local children swam over from shore and played on the island and harassed the monkeys. One of the kids paddled up to me on a piece of wood with a wooden oar, and I was totally jealous of his boat. I got back to the island and relaxed in the shade- then a group of us took a walk around the area.
I should have hiked the volcano, but its hot as hell and I just wanted to explore. Thats the beauty of traveling alone, you do whatever you wanna do. Hostel Merida has group dinners for 6 dollars- all you can eat. They are amazing. I spoke to some local women who are in the earliest stages of trying to figure out how to do homestays for tourists visiting the area. I threw then 5 dollars for their cause- and tried to give them pointers on what I think that they should do. I realized, I am speaking spanish!!! People in Nicaragua barely speak english, so its a really nice experience for me.
We all got drunk off rum last night and after waking up at 6 this morning I took a boat with a great couple from Nederland, Colorado over to the ferry. For 12 dollars, a 20 minute boat ride seemed like a great option. We took another ferry across- this one was legit. It even had 3 trucks on it. I was sad to leave the island, but thinking about all of my hungover buddies doing the "treck of hell" and the lure of the pacific kept me going.
I told the couple, LET ME DO THE BARGAINING- and we caught a taxi from St. George to San Juan del Sur for $12 dollars. Thats a killer price, if I do say so myself. Our taxi driver put in a mix cd that he had made with 80 songs from back in the day- all in english. We rocked Dust in the Wind, Take my Break Away, the BGs- it was awesome. Finally, at 9:15 this morning we made it to San Juan del Sur.
SAN JUAN DEL SUR- oh my god ive missed you.
I walked up to Casa Feliz, my favorite hostel, and they were booked. Ben was out, Codo was apparently in Canada- and I didnt know the new joint owner. I told him I would sleep in a hammock if I had to, and the new partial owner laughed at me- and said, "youve been here before, havent you? I can always tell". Haha.
He told me that was fine, and asked me if I wanted to come surf. I threw my bags in his room and headed with the guys to Playa Maderas. They let me borrow a 6'8'' Al Merrick- which is a foot shorter than what I rode 6 months ago. Oliver Solis was driving, and hes pretty much one of the best surfers Ive ever met- and they told me the waves were going to be HUGE.
We rode out to Maderas and the waves were hitting at a certain angle- which didnt work out so well. Aparrently at the other beaches - Remanso especially - the swell was UNREAL. Double overhead, if you will. I ate some food with 2 of the 3 guys, and we watched Oliver take some waves. I said some hellos to the 3 hermanos, and then I attempted to surf. I paddled out faster than the 2 guys that i was with, which was nice- but only caught whitewater today. Either it was flat, or HUGE set waves- and even though it was impossible for me to catch them, it was really nice for my first day in 7 months. We headed back at noon to Casa Feliz- where I found out that I had been upgraded from Hammock to best room in the Hostel- the DELUXE room- with a double bed and no roomies- for $7 dollars a night.
I did my laundry, chilled with Josue and some of the other Casa Feliz peeps and then headed to the MERCADO with some guy. I have missed the mercado on a DAILY basis. The mercado has 5 restaurants in the center of a building -surrounded by vegetable vendors and people selling clothes.
I ordered my favorite meal at my favorite resturant in the world- Snapper in a jalepeno cream sauce, topped with onions- con arroz, frijoles ensalada y aguacate- it was even better than I had remembered. Not bad for 4 bucks.
There I ran into France. France probably the only REALLY black guy in San Juan del Sur- and everybody knows him. He is the first person I met on my very first night I visted, and he was like the best tour guide Ive ever had.
As we were talking- I looked up to see a tall tan surfer dude with dred locks. But not just any surfer dude- it was someone I knew very well. His name is Chele. The last time I saw him he was living in Santa Teresa. Apparently he moved here 6 months ago and never looked back.
THIS is what I love about traveling around the world, you run into people you know all the time.
After hangin with the guys for a bit, I headed off to Hotel Joxie- the only place in San Juan del Sur with power right now. The power has been off all day, and will probably turn on within the next few minutes. It happens all the time here, you just have to know where to go. Ive been typing for about an hour an 10 mins now.
Im so excited to be here- and the next four days are going to go by way too quickly. However, I have a date with the Jesus Statue- and I have go pay him a visit today. Afterwards Im going out with the gang.
Tonight is LADIES NIGHT- which apparently means 50 cent rum drinks and free shots of tequila. I cannot party too hard, I MUST RESTRAIN!! I have to re-learn how to surf tomorrow. Moving to a smaller board is like starting all over- but at least I know I can paddle faster than 2 men- one of which has lived here on and off for 6 years.
Life is good, Im safe, happy, and surrounded by some of the best scally-wags on earth.
HASTA LUEGO
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Valentines and Whatnot
Last Valentines Day I vividly remember watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall with my brother and sister. I drank a bottle of red wine and we ate a ton of Macaroni Grill. I dont participate in a lot of activities with just my siblings, but this was a great moment for us. I remember it so well because I had just broken up with a guy who I had previously thought was the love of my life. It was horrible, and it turned my entire world upside down. Yet I rememeber looking at my family and being so relived that I still had a little army of people that would fight for me forever.
These days, life is bizarre. Im on a health cleanse with my roomie Justin, and we are taking this stuff SERIOUSLY. Ive continued with running 3 miles a day, preceeded by half an hour of yoga. Im only eating protein, vegetables and eggs. No sugar, no dairy, no caffeine, no booze, no cigarettes, no bread and sadly, no beer. But I can seriously feel a change in my body, and its really nice to get out of the routine that goes along with drinking in houston in your 20s. "Do I want to go to Washington?" "Have a drink at lizzards?" NO THANK YOU. Do I want to give up a beatiful morning and afternoon to an upset stomach, uncontrollable food eating, and the guilties? "NAH im solid,but thanks for asking, yo."
I did however, fall off the wagon last night, briefly, and I wanted to write about it before I start my yoga and run routine. Its funny, for the most part.
I was sitting at the bar waiting for a guy to pull his tonge out of his girlfriend's mouth, pay his check, and leave the otherwise completely empty restaurant. This took about an hour, and I finally went insane. This guy came in around 10pm and sat in a booth at the bar. I was happy to take another table, ready to make some money and go home. He orders 2 margs and a flight of tequila, SOLID! These guys are gonna be the best! About 30 seconds after I put down the menus, they are spotted by 2 friends who decide come over and sit down for a drink. "So if yall close at 11pm weve got about another hour before the kitchen is closed, right?".
This is the worst thing that can possibly happen, in the eyes of a waiter. This is when time stops for these people and you just have to sit and wait for them to catch on
So their friends sitwith them and they all have cocktails for another half an hour. Oh and the guy who decided to stop by for drink is RUDE, and he knows it. I ask if anyone wants another drink, and get no response. Finally, at 10:40, I stand in front of the table and do not leave. I finally get their order. The kitchen wanted to crucify me, but since im the cute gringa, they let it slide. So, they decide they just want one order of fajitas- Im obviously not serving the 4 course valentines day meal to these two.
So, they eat, thier friends leave, and I drop the check. Time stops again. We have 2 couples in the bar, these yahoos and another duo. Everyone is making out. Its a sight to see. The bartenders and I are talking in spanish, but mostly just saying "Que la verga" and talking about "la pistola" and laughing. I wait and wait and wait. The couple at the bar leaves, along with another bartender and a waitress. I sit, watch the olympics on tv, and watch my horny little couple make out. The check remains on the table, unopened, for quite some time.
I mean, quitting smoking cigarettes and booze- I can handle- except for when I have to deal with idiots like this. The guy looks up and asks me, "Are we holding you up here?" Nah buddy, the busboy vacuums the restaurant during regular restaurant hours all the time. "We technically closed about an hour ago but please take your time" is all that I can manage to say wtih a smile on my face. The valet guy, Jose, comes into the restaurant and gives the guy his car key. Even the valet has no time for this bullshit. I think this fool is finally getting the picture. He pulls out his wallet, I decide that a shot of tequila is exactly what I need. Mannie, my FAVORITE coworker sits with me while I take a shot. Mannie says "he left you cash- go get it"
Mr IM THE GUY hands me the check carrier and asks me if "we were cool". I looked at the cash and he had left me $120 on $108. Thats 12 dollar tip. So I said "if you want to leave me 10 bucks then i guess we are cool". He responded "ok that is 10 percent so.... heres 20, can i get 10 back", which I gladly pulled out of my cash stash and gave to him. "Thanks so much! Happy valentines day!" I say in my happiest lttle waitress voice.
THEN the guy had the nerve to come up to me and say "I waited tables for many years and Im the guy I used to hate". This guy was young, attractive and had a cute foreign girlfriend named Francesca, but I wasnt going to play this game and compliment him after he literally wasted an hour of my life. So I just smiled.
I smiled at him and didnt say anything, and kept SOLID eye contct. "Smile with your eyes!!", as Tyra would say. He just stared back at me, waiting for me to say SOMETHING, but I held my ground.
He wanted affirmation that he was not a complete douchebag, but he was not gonna get it from me. HELLO, THATS WHAT FRANCESCA IS FOR!! He got akward and said "Have a great night", I said "you too! thanks so much for coming in". As soon as he walked away my buddy Mannie said, "SHIT! Where do you think he worked? Burgerking?". Haha I can guarantee you that ANYONE who used to wait tables would never try to leave 10% for perfect service- if you are the last table at a restaurant, leave 20%, minimum. Theres a pretty good chance that there are quite a few people waiting for you to get up so that they can continue with another hour or so of work.
Generally- people on valentines day are GREAT tippers, because of course, they are about to go home and make sweet lovin. Its one of the few times that 15 percent-ers will bump it up to 20%. Needless to say, after dealing with MR IM THE GUY and his silly little Francesca, I needed a shot of tequila. Okay 2.
Happy Valentines Day- en serio. I love LOVE, I love happiness. I love all of my friends, and my tiny army of siblings, Tom & Chaille- everyone. To be honest, I cant stop thinking about the fact that the HOUSTON LIVESTOCK SHOW AND RODEO is right around the corner, and Ive got 4 tickets to see Tim McGraw. Its about to be the best time of the year. More on that later, I already have a few things scribbled down about why the rodeo is the best thing about living in Houston, Texas. Ill be in Houston at least for another month and a half, and then OFF FOR ANOTHER BOLD ADVENTURE.
YEEHAW 2010
These days, life is bizarre. Im on a health cleanse with my roomie Justin, and we are taking this stuff SERIOUSLY. Ive continued with running 3 miles a day, preceeded by half an hour of yoga. Im only eating protein, vegetables and eggs. No sugar, no dairy, no caffeine, no booze, no cigarettes, no bread and sadly, no beer. But I can seriously feel a change in my body, and its really nice to get out of the routine that goes along with drinking in houston in your 20s. "Do I want to go to Washington?" "Have a drink at lizzards?" NO THANK YOU. Do I want to give up a beatiful morning and afternoon to an upset stomach, uncontrollable food eating, and the guilties? "NAH im solid,but thanks for asking, yo."
I did however, fall off the wagon last night, briefly, and I wanted to write about it before I start my yoga and run routine. Its funny, for the most part.
I was sitting at the bar waiting for a guy to pull his tonge out of his girlfriend's mouth, pay his check, and leave the otherwise completely empty restaurant. This took about an hour, and I finally went insane. This guy came in around 10pm and sat in a booth at the bar. I was happy to take another table, ready to make some money and go home. He orders 2 margs and a flight of tequila, SOLID! These guys are gonna be the best! About 30 seconds after I put down the menus, they are spotted by 2 friends who decide come over and sit down for a drink. "So if yall close at 11pm weve got about another hour before the kitchen is closed, right?".
This is the worst thing that can possibly happen, in the eyes of a waiter. This is when time stops for these people and you just have to sit and wait for them to catch on
So their friends sitwith them and they all have cocktails for another half an hour. Oh and the guy who decided to stop by for drink is RUDE, and he knows it. I ask if anyone wants another drink, and get no response. Finally, at 10:40, I stand in front of the table and do not leave. I finally get their order. The kitchen wanted to crucify me, but since im the cute gringa, they let it slide. So, they decide they just want one order of fajitas- Im obviously not serving the 4 course valentines day meal to these two.
So, they eat, thier friends leave, and I drop the check. Time stops again. We have 2 couples in the bar, these yahoos and another duo. Everyone is making out. Its a sight to see. The bartenders and I are talking in spanish, but mostly just saying "Que la verga" and talking about "la pistola" and laughing. I wait and wait and wait. The couple at the bar leaves, along with another bartender and a waitress. I sit, watch the olympics on tv, and watch my horny little couple make out. The check remains on the table, unopened, for quite some time.
I mean, quitting smoking cigarettes and booze- I can handle- except for when I have to deal with idiots like this. The guy looks up and asks me, "Are we holding you up here?" Nah buddy, the busboy vacuums the restaurant during regular restaurant hours all the time. "We technically closed about an hour ago but please take your time" is all that I can manage to say wtih a smile on my face. The valet guy, Jose, comes into the restaurant and gives the guy his car key. Even the valet has no time for this bullshit. I think this fool is finally getting the picture. He pulls out his wallet, I decide that a shot of tequila is exactly what I need. Mannie, my FAVORITE coworker sits with me while I take a shot. Mannie says "he left you cash- go get it"
Mr IM THE GUY hands me the check carrier and asks me if "we were cool". I looked at the cash and he had left me $120 on $108. Thats 12 dollar tip. So I said "if you want to leave me 10 bucks then i guess we are cool". He responded "ok that is 10 percent so.... heres 20, can i get 10 back", which I gladly pulled out of my cash stash and gave to him. "Thanks so much! Happy valentines day!" I say in my happiest lttle waitress voice.
THEN the guy had the nerve to come up to me and say "I waited tables for many years and Im the guy I used to hate". This guy was young, attractive and had a cute foreign girlfriend named Francesca, but I wasnt going to play this game and compliment him after he literally wasted an hour of my life. So I just smiled.
I smiled at him and didnt say anything, and kept SOLID eye contct. "Smile with your eyes!!", as Tyra would say. He just stared back at me, waiting for me to say SOMETHING, but I held my ground.
He wanted affirmation that he was not a complete douchebag, but he was not gonna get it from me. HELLO, THATS WHAT FRANCESCA IS FOR!! He got akward and said "Have a great night", I said "you too! thanks so much for coming in". As soon as he walked away my buddy Mannie said, "SHIT! Where do you think he worked? Burgerking?". Haha I can guarantee you that ANYONE who used to wait tables would never try to leave 10% for perfect service- if you are the last table at a restaurant, leave 20%, minimum. Theres a pretty good chance that there are quite a few people waiting for you to get up so that they can continue with another hour or so of work.
Generally- people on valentines day are GREAT tippers, because of course, they are about to go home and make sweet lovin. Its one of the few times that 15 percent-ers will bump it up to 20%. Needless to say, after dealing with MR IM THE GUY and his silly little Francesca, I needed a shot of tequila. Okay 2.
Happy Valentines Day- en serio. I love LOVE, I love happiness. I love all of my friends, and my tiny army of siblings, Tom & Chaille- everyone. To be honest, I cant stop thinking about the fact that the HOUSTON LIVESTOCK SHOW AND RODEO is right around the corner, and Ive got 4 tickets to see Tim McGraw. Its about to be the best time of the year. More on that later, I already have a few things scribbled down about why the rodeo is the best thing about living in Houston, Texas. Ill be in Houston at least for another month and a half, and then OFF FOR ANOTHER BOLD ADVENTURE.
YEEHAW 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Thoughts...
I've always been a runner.
When I was in costa rica i would always get fussed at by my friends because I just have a naturally fast pace. OK scratch that, I would be the one that was totally annoyed that my friends were walking SOOO FUCKING SLOW. Some people see it as a flaw, but if you know me- you just know, its who I am.
Im loud, and i CANT HELP IT. So I walk fast, is it MY FAULT that god gave me perfect legs????
EN SERIO- I just prefer my life quasi-hectic. Before i left for Costa Rica, I was working at least 12 shifts per week at 2 different jobs. Thats like 70 hours a week of work. Some days I was at my first job at 7AM and left my 2nd job at 12:45 AM.
These days, I have to run a minimum of three miles per day to keep my sanity. And I have to do AT LEAST 15 pull-ups. I run hungover, directly after smoking a cigarette, buzzed, whatever- I just love to run. People ask me how... and all I can tell you is that I have a lot of HEART when it comes to running. Its in my genetics. I recently heard that my cousin Genevieve had all of here toenails surgically removed because she runs so many marathons. Her reasoning is apparently that they just get in the way. The toenails that is.
Im almost ready to fly away again. See, i like to run and i love to fly away. Im not so big on airports, people on flights, airplane food, security, time constraints or airplanes in general - but it is the easiest way for me to get where i want to go. Tonight i started looking at flights back to Costa Rica. It will cost me about $500 to get back, but it seems worth it to me.
Ive been waiting tables, which has kept my spanish fresh. I find myself talking in spanish WAYYYY more than english these days... and of course I say "doble frijoles, no arroz porfa" or "dame chips y salsa AHORITA!!!", more than the usual banter- but it helps. Of course I make sure to say "que la verga!" cada dia.
I'm thinking that I want to divide my time between Central America and Jackson Hole.
What a life.
If 3creek will have me (I mean- COME ON, TIGER WOODS IS A MEMBER), I will work there during the summers and then work "costa rica summer" for the rest of the year. Its a dream, its a start, and its ALL MINE for the taking.
Every morning I wake up and am slightly depressed that I'm not back in Santa T. Or nicaragua for that matter. I totally miss Casa Feliz. FURTHERMORE - I am CRAVING the simple life, and Im ready to start working for it. My last trip was 3 months of borracha, surf and fun. I obviously want to continue this lifestyle- but with a paycheck.
Im ready to surf until my ribs pop out of place- and then keep on surfing, Im ready to see my AMIGOS. I cant wait to run in the sand... even at high tide. Im ready for the gallo pinto diet and the *occasional* Imperial. Im ready for bikinis, guapos, pizza tomate, D&N, motos, BICI's, my GIRLS from Argentina, Nano y Quique, rastas y CREEPY. And DJ nightnurse of course!
So watch out PUTOS, I might be doing something sporadic in the near future.
BACKUP PLAN: heading up to jackson hole in february to ride some pow and drink some PBRs.
LISTENING TO WEEN "Baby Bitch"
DRINKING A LUKEWARM BUDLITE
WORK AT 1030 AM.
When I was in costa rica i would always get fussed at by my friends because I just have a naturally fast pace. OK scratch that, I would be the one that was totally annoyed that my friends were walking SOOO FUCKING SLOW. Some people see it as a flaw, but if you know me- you just know, its who I am.
Im loud, and i CANT HELP IT. So I walk fast, is it MY FAULT that god gave me perfect legs????
EN SERIO- I just prefer my life quasi-hectic. Before i left for Costa Rica, I was working at least 12 shifts per week at 2 different jobs. Thats like 70 hours a week of work. Some days I was at my first job at 7AM and left my 2nd job at 12:45 AM.
These days, I have to run a minimum of three miles per day to keep my sanity. And I have to do AT LEAST 15 pull-ups. I run hungover, directly after smoking a cigarette, buzzed, whatever- I just love to run. People ask me how... and all I can tell you is that I have a lot of HEART when it comes to running. Its in my genetics. I recently heard that my cousin Genevieve had all of here toenails surgically removed because she runs so many marathons. Her reasoning is apparently that they just get in the way. The toenails that is.
Im almost ready to fly away again. See, i like to run and i love to fly away. Im not so big on airports, people on flights, airplane food, security, time constraints or airplanes in general - but it is the easiest way for me to get where i want to go. Tonight i started looking at flights back to Costa Rica. It will cost me about $500 to get back, but it seems worth it to me.
Ive been waiting tables, which has kept my spanish fresh. I find myself talking in spanish WAYYYY more than english these days... and of course I say "doble frijoles, no arroz porfa" or "dame chips y salsa AHORITA!!!", more than the usual banter- but it helps. Of course I make sure to say "que la verga!" cada dia.
I'm thinking that I want to divide my time between Central America and Jackson Hole.
What a life.
If 3creek will have me (I mean- COME ON, TIGER WOODS IS A MEMBER), I will work there during the summers and then work "costa rica summer" for the rest of the year. Its a dream, its a start, and its ALL MINE for the taking.
Every morning I wake up and am slightly depressed that I'm not back in Santa T. Or nicaragua for that matter. I totally miss Casa Feliz. FURTHERMORE - I am CRAVING the simple life, and Im ready to start working for it. My last trip was 3 months of borracha, surf and fun. I obviously want to continue this lifestyle- but with a paycheck.
Im ready to surf until my ribs pop out of place- and then keep on surfing, Im ready to see my AMIGOS. I cant wait to run in the sand... even at high tide. Im ready for the gallo pinto diet and the *occasional* Imperial. Im ready for bikinis, guapos, pizza tomate, D&N, motos, BICI's, my GIRLS from Argentina, Nano y Quique, rastas y CREEPY. And DJ nightnurse of course!
So watch out PUTOS, I might be doing something sporadic in the near future.
BACKUP PLAN: heading up to jackson hole in february to ride some pow and drink some PBRs.
LISTENING TO WEEN "Baby Bitch"
DRINKING A LUKEWARM BUDLITE
WORK AT 1030 AM.
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