Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny. – Author Unknown
Monday, July 23, 2012 (DAYS 140 - 143)
The first week without working has allowed me to pause from much of the chaos from the previous week, and, thereby allowing me to take a step back and relish in all of the freedoms that has come with my travels. This, however, is short lived as drama is swirling around several of the hostels in SJDS equivalent to the destructive force of a Crackle Barrel breakfast with Andrea and Brian. I think my arteries are still recovering even months later from our glorious gluttonous feast friends. Ooh, what I would give for just a single plate of hash brown casserole. Nom, nom, nom.
The first week without working has allowed me to pause from much of the chaos from the previous week, and, thereby allowing me to take a step back and relish in all of the freedoms that has come with my travels. This, however, is short lived as drama is swirling around several of the hostels in SJDS equivalent to the destructive force of a Crackle Barrel breakfast with Andrea and Brian. I think my arteries are still recovering even months later from our glorious gluttonous feast friends. Ooh, what I would give for just a single plate of hash brown casserole. Nom, nom, nom.
Late in the afternoon, I am punished with the unpleasant surprise of my least favorite Canadian, Krista, as she has come down the hill to meet me for an afternoon of indulging in coffee, conversation, and an intense game of Twister. Left hand slap to the face. You’re welcome, that handprint will be visible for at least two days, quick go to Guy and get it tattooed as a permanent reminder of our time together. In spite of the constant verbal abuse I throw in her direction, Krista, hearts me and I always enjoy our conversations. After hearing that she is once again extending her time in Central America by stalking me, we have realized that when it is all said and done, she will be the sole person that I have known the longest since I left Denver, almost five months ago. Our friendship that has moved through three countries, would of course, have us both stop and take up permanent residence in gorgeous San Juan del Sur. As most of my friends back home that know me quite well, I feel as though I was often a sympathetic ear followed by sound advice, and since my sound advice for Krista to leave me alone, even with a Nicaraguan restraining order that was written on a broken piece of cracker, I have grown exhausted and given up by putting up my white flag and surrendering to being her now, long time friend and confident. Congrats top hat, you are the victor as you have worn me down. I still think it’s incredible that our first meeting took place in a small classroom on the bay island of Utila in April, and during all that has happened in those in between moments, she has grown to be a kid sister that I know will always be a part of this incredible journey I am on.
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