October 24: Molly and I adventured downtown Heredia for costume supplies. A few of us decided to return to Puerto Viejo for one last visit to the Carribean since the seasons will be changing soon. Molly is being called into the career feild as a mime and I decided upon breaking forth from my cacoon into a beautiful butterfly. Downtown we cruised through a few stores for Molly to buy shorts, striped t-shirt and matching leggings. I purchased fabric, house paint, and face paint.
The begining of my creation began. I cut, painted, and sewed my wings into the finest of my costume years. The wings were painted with the markings of a monarch butterfly, famous to my lovely Idaho. They joined together in the middle, to be held the shoulder of my t-shirt. The wings were tied discreetly to my wrists abling me full flexibility to dance - or better use of words - fly across the dance floor!
With the abundance of odors escaping the oil paint and the perminent markers, I limited my artistic insanity. No wonder all the classic artists created such interesting peices; all of them were probably higher than kites as they molded their art into finished pruducts.
October 25: Cuisine class brought Latin America styled pizza. I created a gigantic pizza overpopulated with hearts of palm, pinapple, ham, cheese, tomatoes, and other delicious goodies!
Natalie, Molly, and Claire so generously joined me in my continuous labor of my costume. We were thoroughly entertained for most of the evening by my amazing boy friend. He was able to share his rare and perfected party tricks via Skype for us ladies. There was eyebrow dancing, fairy dancing, video sharing, story telling and so much more. Thank you Keith for this fabulous talent show. Later, we decided upon a junk food run to the local Dos Pinos Supermercado.
October 26: Stoned out of my mind from the late night filled with permanent markers, I awoke for school. The excitement has chronically growing for this weekend. Every topic required for our practicing in class surrounded the topic of our costumes or weekend.
We had a fabulous evening playing soccer. A ton of Ticos showed up in hopes of out maneuvering the gringos' density. Unfortunately for them, the gringos only play with their egos, leaving the ticos bulldozed and broken by the end of the games.
We enjoyed out time on the field enough to introduce a second game. There were few players left for the second match, but those who were had a great time. We also introduced some drama and silliness into the game. I particularly enjoyed players falling to their knees followed by a cry of "?Porque?" echoing throughout the arena when a strategically kicked ball didn't find its way into the goal.
In the evening, Richard, Molly, and I watched "bridesmaids" and laughed until we were moments from peeing our pants.
October 26: The rain came with such intensity today that the rivers created in the sewers could no longer be contained. The rain came down and the floods came up. The water purged through the man-hole covers in the streets as if it was a cartoon sequence. We walked down the street, up to our ankles, in water. We made our way to San Jose for our tickets cold and wet, but in high hopes for what the weekend would bring!
Today's highlight was dance class. My uncoordinated was proved again to be fatal for the health of humanity. We were taught a new dance called the Cumbia which requires you to bob around like a bunny while keeping in time with your partners repetitive movements. I laughed myself silly when I couldn't keep rythm while I kicked everyone of my partners in the shins, multiple times.
Tonight we indulged in yet another movie night with "Limitless." The story was interesting, but the life of drug addicts makes me remarkably uncomfortable.
October 27: After class we left for the Caribe Bus Station. The rain poored as we left the city behind us. The trip was hot and sticky for its passengers. Upon arriving in Puerto Viejo, the taxis awaited. Rocking J's welcomes you with open arms by paying for your ride to their gates. We purchased our hammocks for the evening and prepared some dinner. After settling in to our weekend home, we headed to town for some dancing. We danced until we grew tired. Upon our leaving Mangos, we witnessed a robbery. A drunken man sat, swaying on a beached log, when another man reached into his pockets and simply took everything. The thief didn't even need to run, the man was so drunk that he was incapable of chasing after the saggy pants robber.
After our evening meander back to the Rocking J's Hostel, we participated in the lasting minutes of the bonfire. I quickly made friends with a tico named Luis. Luis was an employee at the hostel who I spoke for a few hours with, IN SPANISH!!! Past tense verb usage has changed my life. I have evolved from "Yesterday, I go to...." into "I went...."! Simple, but this is an extraordinary leap for Spanish beginners. Life Changing.
Proud of my Spanish conversation, I made my way back to my hammock. The hostel was filled with travelers. I crawled under the low hanging hammocks embracing Germans, Belgiums, Isrealies, Americans, even Canadians! Regardless of their ethnicity, I was not impressed by their blubbering and drunken grumbling as I intended to slumber.
My dreams didn't last long. They were interrupted by one of my dear friends opening his locker straight into my tranquil head while he searched for his sobriety. Later, I was awaken by another friend. Sober, but adventurous for an early morning journey to the beach to witness the 4am sunrise. Obligation sunk into my tired pores, thus thrusting my motivation to the sea. Thankful for the awakening, I watched as God's beautiful creations came to life as the illumination of the sun warmed the surrounding surfaces. What marvels await to the those who seek what encircles their repetitive lives.
October 28: Early morning nap followed my early morning wake up call with the sun. I sun screened my booty all the way to the bicycle shop where my friends and I rented some rasta mobiles for the day. We headed out for some snorkeling close to Manzanillo. We rode our bikes through the jungle, speaking Spanish and a little howler monkey too! We took a wrong turn on our last Manzanillo trail. Deciding to return to the miraculous dirt road, we came across a site to be seen!
A couple years ago, a man put all that he was worth into a resort at the end of the trail that we rode down. This man decided to build this resort (hush hush) within the premise of a national park. The government was not fond of his secrecy nor his construction, so they sewed him for all he was worth. Meanwhile, the government also decided to destroy the man's creation to further protect the environment. Within the week of demolition, the man died from a serious heart attack thought to be brought on by the depression of loosing everything. The ruins of the hotel lay in the jungle just beyond the beach awaiting the decision of the widow.
We played in the ruins for a while: breaking, smashing, and throwing things from the top floor. We also played a game similar to our childhood "house;" where were we pretended to make cocktails in the vacant swim up pool bar. We rode the concrete fountain dolphins, danced on the counters, and picked a few wild watermelon.
The sea was too rough for us to enjoy a day of snorkeling. A pity. I was unable to even work on my tan due to the density of the clouds. We decided to make our way back to the hostel for yet another nap. We needed all the sleep we could get, knowing that our evening was going to be a list topper! Molly, Natalie, and I ate mangos as we rode our bikes through the jungle trails. I nearly attended two accidents: one with Kelsey and the other with an oncoming car. Both almost-casualties were blamed on my all-too-juicy mango. Shame on my dirty mango!
Molly and I returned to work on our tan. We made our way to the unfinished park in the back of J's. We made a small sunbathing area out of the mosaic walkway, only to find J standing over us minutes later - in a morphsuit! Okay, for those who are unaware of what a "morphsuit" is; let me explain. Morphsuit: a one piece spandex suit that covers your entire body form toes, fingers, to face. You are the black figure with a new identity upon purchasing this fantastic investment!
J, in his morphsuit, invited us to sunbathe on top of the "ARC" after giving us a tour of the iced cabins, music studio, museum, and the room of mirrors. The arc is a structure that looks similar to cargo vessels that you would witness on a passing train. Only J has a few that are connected into a vessel that holds all these nifty places, but also could be used for a zombie apocalypse or the next flood. J has made sure that this vessel is ready for either by designing it to float and hold a multitude of crossbows in hidden chambers throughout the arc.
Might I just add, that I have no idea why I went into a unknown vessel with a man dressed in a black morphsuit.
We went out for dinner for another round of Americanized food at Flip Flop. The night had just begun. There were bicycle carts pouring tequila into pedestrians mouths, homeless men dressed up and acting out morbid scenes, and we made our way back to J's for our preparation. Molly and I decided that energy drinks are our source of stupidity. To keep up with all our friends who indulge in alcohol, I indulge into a MAX energy for a similar result but a far lesser hangover the next day. Our costumes turned out to be fantastic! I was proud of every one of our home-made trejas!
Their was a pre-game party at J's with fire dancing and a toxic jungle juice. I chose not to participate in either for the good of humanity. After, we bounced from one hot spot to the next for a comical dancing experience. Two dance floors closed their doors before we were ready to abandon our boogieing. We could no longer find another so we decided to return to our humble abode. One of my friends chose to dedicate his evening to capture a tempting cinna-bun that sat behind the closed bar. Pressing himself against walls, rolling on the floor, and crawling over bar stools; my friend never reached the illuminated cinna-bun. Hungry and struggling, I put my friend back to bed - or should I say "to tent." Throughout the night, I rounded up the crew and found their hammocks for them. I found the same friend on multiple occasions wandering the halls after I had already put him "to tent" before. Dancing, babysitting, costume making, were the perfect ingredient for the best Halloween.
October 29: Vengence was brought upon many this morning. The stereotypical symptoms of a hangover walked about the hostel. Sadly, there were more severe symptoms for my friend - finding nothing but an empty bike rack. Amnesia is an unfortunate symptom. Pulling our heads together, I finally recommended looking through pictures to find where and when the last time we knew the bike had been. Ending verdict shows us that the rasta-moble was last seen on the beach at 4am without a bike lock. Our imaginations didn't need to work much more after this.
Bus ride home = More sleep than I had the entire weekend. The end.
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