Don't confuse your path with your destination. Just because it's stormy out now doesn't mean that you aren't headed for sunshine. – Author Unknown
Monday, October 1, 2012 (DAYS 211 - 214)
A new month and hopefully with it there will be new changes around SJDS. The sleepy fishing town has fewer traffic from travelers, but there is still new faces to be met. In the absence of guests at the hostel, Marc and I have decided to spend our morning with a swim in the Pacific. Diving under crashing waves just as they begin to crest overhead and the white water is bearing down on you, it is a refreshing way to spend a Monday morning. After chasing endless waves, we head for shore and after a short walk through the hot sand we snag a couple of lounge chairs and begin soaking up the morning sun. It is not even 10:30am and we both agree that we couldn’t think of a better way to begin the week. Since I am a firm believer that things tend to happen in three’s, I was waiting for the third injury to occur after Tyla’s broken ankle and Marc’s broken toe, both of which were sadly self-inflicted. The night of my injury, however, was due to a wild-eyed Brit that couldn’t take my level of awesomeness any longer and lashed out in an animalistic manner. Let me set the scene for you; after enjoying an evening out watching Monday Night Football with some new friends my miniature bladder could take it no more and the only place I could find to relieve myself was behind some trees in a dark alley. As I was midstream, Marc came upon the brilliant idea of giving me a push, which lead to the loss of my balance and landing face first into the brick wall in front of me and also caused me to cut up my forearm as I slid to the ground with my shorts falling to my ankles. Yes friends, this was a foolish act of terror by a so-called friend, and, my revenge will be hasty and well thought out. I urge you to join me now, because if you aren’t with me, then you are against me. Let’s capture this English bloke and force upon him the most horrific form of torture imaginable using the instruments of Colgate, Listerine, Oral B, and of course the dreaded dental floss. In spite of the incident and after listening to the sounds of a crying apologetic girl all night through the blubbering of nonsense sounds, I have chosen to be compassionate even as I was ready with hammer-in-hand to smash a toe opposite to the foot that already hobbles, roast beef.
A new month and hopefully with it there will be new changes around SJDS. The sleepy fishing town has fewer traffic from travelers, but there is still new faces to be met. In the absence of guests at the hostel, Marc and I have decided to spend our morning with a swim in the Pacific. Diving under crashing waves just as they begin to crest overhead and the white water is bearing down on you, it is a refreshing way to spend a Monday morning. After chasing endless waves, we head for shore and after a short walk through the hot sand we snag a couple of lounge chairs and begin soaking up the morning sun. It is not even 10:30am and we both agree that we couldn’t think of a better way to begin the week. Since I am a firm believer that things tend to happen in three’s, I was waiting for the third injury to occur after Tyla’s broken ankle and Marc’s broken toe, both of which were sadly self-inflicted. The night of my injury, however, was due to a wild-eyed Brit that couldn’t take my level of awesomeness any longer and lashed out in an animalistic manner. Let me set the scene for you; after enjoying an evening out watching Monday Night Football with some new friends my miniature bladder could take it no more and the only place I could find to relieve myself was behind some trees in a dark alley. As I was midstream, Marc came upon the brilliant idea of giving me a push, which lead to the loss of my balance and landing face first into the brick wall in front of me and also caused me to cut up my forearm as I slid to the ground with my shorts falling to my ankles. Yes friends, this was a foolish act of terror by a so-called friend, and, my revenge will be hasty and well thought out. I urge you to join me now, because if you aren’t with me, then you are against me. Let’s capture this English bloke and force upon him the most horrific form of torture imaginable using the instruments of Colgate, Listerine, Oral B, and of course the dreaded dental floss. In spite of the incident and after listening to the sounds of a crying apologetic girl all night through the blubbering of nonsense sounds, I have chosen to be compassionate even as I was ready with hammer-in-hand to smash a toe opposite to the foot that already hobbles, roast beef.
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