bowel momvements -- good, check.

love for costa rica -- no, leaving.

i wes flowing around and darting on buses for a stretch, loved nicaragua and meeting odd folks with fun smiles, climbing crazy volcanoes, cloud forests and feeling like i was in a fairytale, drinking decent coffee, running my hand over petroglifs and watching sunsets with pastels from the coloring book, many nights in hammocks and buying my own the other day on this epic beach in costa rica, samara, a mouth to the sea that invites all, meeting a guy that was attacked by a great white and lived, surfer land, rolling cigarettes and watching time pass very slowly and calmly and finding much love in that, building fires on the beach, late night urination and head turns to find the big dipper, swims at all hours and admiring a family of horses that would just randomly appear on the beach and stand all epic and stoic and admire the surfers grabbing their rails -- and the horses coming to my hammock at night, or close but i like to think they were coming to see me and dropa word or two, or pooh which is always entertaining to find in the morning, being hit on by some random folks, random, drinking a liter of beer and chatting about psychology over a fire with two psychologists from san jose, having a coked out neighbor talk to me about the beauty of harmonics and blending of notes and then singing the absolute WORST version of bob dylan songs that made bobby d sound like he had an angels voice, fucking horrible and then, on top of that, he had a harmonica and tried to use it, no italics here but read ´tried´ in italics, i realized at that point that i had lost one earplug cause i searched to lessen the burden to my tired ears and worn-out mind, coke heads can be rough company around a campfire, this is known but is forever etched into the code of codes -- we parted early and i thanked the horses for not shitting on me and all was closed in the chapter of samara

bus rides from tamarindo which is like a fucking strip of florida with better beaches and more expensive and kids running around trying to get laid and locals sporting smiles but for those that know spanish get a better picture of the situation. i left in 20 hours and had four good swims on secluded beaches, watched a glorious sunset and got tossed into rocks from some wicked waves cause i was trying to bide my time and not disrupt a wedding that only had four folks and i thought maybe i should be a witness but they didnt call out ´can i get a witness!´ so i swam and read james agees a death in the family which is profound in some ways as my grandma just passed and funny how books and the like come into our lives at certain times

as for a funny note, i was on my fourth bus having not showered in four days or so and i smelled bad, this i admit but im not ashamed and i was reminded of a story that this woman told me about being kicked out of a spanish school in antigua cause she smelled too bad and that was rough and next thing i know as im thinking about that story this guy tells me that i smell awful and waves his hand and were in this crowded bus so i start taunting and teasing him a bit in spanish and we get in a ripe ol argument that makes me smile and nice folks around me smile and this fella is about to blow, literally cant hold his shit and i have a shit eatin grin on and he is just livid and so of course i sit across from him and watch his blood pulsate through this massive vein in his neck. great tuesday morning, loved it

lots of other random shit and thoughts and whatnot but right now im in an internet cafe in san jose in this area that is so trying to be european but failing a little bit and there is a nail salon or something and the smell is making me nauscious so im gonna bounce.

hope yall are great