I realised something the other day; that I'm always having to say goodbye to people in my life. With my job, I'm always working with people for a short space of time and saying goodbye to them when the show finshes. To be fair I say goodbye a lot to most of my relationships also. I have grown so use to it now, I tell myself that I'm good at it, that I really don't miss people, but really I do. Traveling is the same as well, meeting people but always having to say goodbye, which was what I had to do again last week as my international family left me bit by bit. Maria left for San Jose, Pete when back to the cold of Canada and Alex and Carly 2 ventured off into the sunset on a romantic journey up the north of the country. Even Cat and Hannah left for Panama for a couple of days (I'm heading there later so decided not to go), thus leaving me all alone sleeping in my empty dorm, and I thought to myself "I miss everyone" but that's OK. So I found myself left in the care of Jeff and owen!!! This meant being shown round their bachelor pad where they proudly showed me their DIY which consisted of them raising their beds on breeze blocks so they could now see the sunset from them, which they thought might help pull more ladies? Jeff was not happy when I told him that Owen's bed was much better. I was also left with task of putting cream on Owen's surf wound, for which I was rewarded with being shown on the floor of the hostel bar, how to get up on a surf board, which was probably not the best timing as we had, had a couple of beers by then. Some of the dinners looked on in confusion as two crazy people lay on their stomachs on the floor pretending to paddle, while Stefan, sat rocking his head back and two, chewing a tooth pick listening to hard core German rave (Julie and Stefan listen to it 24/7). I decided to keep myself busy with everyones absence by filling in for Cat as a volunteer at the local summer school. Rabbit in the head lights would be the sentence I would use to describe it. My first day consisted of me looking after 160 hyper Costa Rican kids, and me not knowing any Spanish, it was a hard task indeed. Luckily NO! means no in Spanish. The rest of the time I spent shotuing at them in English, to which they ignored me. So all in all it went very well indeed.
I wasn't on my own for long. Thomas came back, looking like a scared little puppy dog. He didn't think I was going to talk to him and I'm not sure things went well with Frenchie (Wonder why?). So! I have had a few complaints from readers on this topic, so let me put things straight. First he's not my boyfriend and I'm not his girl friend. Where both traveling and not here to get into a relationship and finally I'm under no illusion that when I leave this place, I am probably never going to him again, because you always have to say goodbye in the end; Remember? So no, I'm not angry with him, I would of probably done the same. I'm not interested in going to Heaven. All I do know is that I get on with him really well, he makes me laugh and for all our differences, I think we are quite similar. I will make the most of the time we have left together and thats all I can do.
I've started doing an intense Spanish course for two weeks, so that I might be able to survive in South America. This means I have 4 hours a day, with an amazing teacher called Kattia who only speaks to us in Spanish. I would like to say I'm finding it easy but God its probably one of the hardest things I have every done! I'm not going to be fluent but hopefully something will stay in.
So the other night Jeff and Owen decided to have a BBQ which was probably the most disatorous but funny one I have ever been to. Jeff who had arranged it decided not to show up as the 2 girls he wanted to shag were not coming, so it was left to Owen to set up the BBQ in a wheel barrow, which he dropped as he got nearly bitten by a scorpion. He proceeded to get very drunk show us his pubes, tell everyone he had seen my nipples, while the two smelly weirdo hippies from the hostel, nicked our food. Jeff did turn up later, so Owen just started shouting at him that he was a big knob head (there like a married couple!) So just another normal night at Almost Paradise. Julie and Stefan are having a mulled wine party on Sunday, to remind them of Berlin, so God knows what carnage is going to go on at that?
OBSERVATIONS
* The boys have all taken up a new sport of Iguana shooting. I wake up most morning to find Owen on the bar Terrace with an air rifle, swearing alot when he misses them.
* I'm not an natural surfer. Had my first lesson with Jeff and spent most of my time spitting salt water out of my mouth as I fell off the board loads. I did manage to get up in the end though.
* I think I really am starting to hate hippies!
* Why do Americans all do there best English accent like Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins! Very annoying.
* Ruby Wax was drinking in Almost Paradise bar last night. Show biz or what.
I wasn't on my own for long. Thomas came back, looking like a scared little puppy dog. He didn't think I was going to talk to him and I'm not sure things went well with Frenchie (Wonder why?). So! I have had a few complaints from readers on this topic, so let me put things straight. First he's not my boyfriend and I'm not his girl friend. Where both traveling and not here to get into a relationship and finally I'm under no illusion that when I leave this place, I am probably never going to him again, because you always have to say goodbye in the end; Remember? So no, I'm not angry with him, I would of probably done the same. I'm not interested in going to Heaven. All I do know is that I get on with him really well, he makes me laugh and for all our differences, I think we are quite similar. I will make the most of the time we have left together and thats all I can do.
I've started doing an intense Spanish course for two weeks, so that I might be able to survive in South America. This means I have 4 hours a day, with an amazing teacher called Kattia who only speaks to us in Spanish. I would like to say I'm finding it easy but God its probably one of the hardest things I have every done! I'm not going to be fluent but hopefully something will stay in.
So the other night Jeff and Owen decided to have a BBQ which was probably the most disatorous but funny one I have ever been to. Jeff who had arranged it decided not to show up as the 2 girls he wanted to shag were not coming, so it was left to Owen to set up the BBQ in a wheel barrow, which he dropped as he got nearly bitten by a scorpion. He proceeded to get very drunk show us his pubes, tell everyone he had seen my nipples, while the two smelly weirdo hippies from the hostel, nicked our food. Jeff did turn up later, so Owen just started shouting at him that he was a big knob head (there like a married couple!) So just another normal night at Almost Paradise. Julie and Stefan are having a mulled wine party on Sunday, to remind them of Berlin, so God knows what carnage is going to go on at that?
OBSERVATIONS
* The boys have all taken up a new sport of Iguana shooting. I wake up most morning to find Owen on the bar Terrace with an air rifle, swearing alot when he misses them.
* I'm not an natural surfer. Had my first lesson with Jeff and spent most of my time spitting salt water out of my mouth as I fell off the board loads. I did manage to get up in the end though.
* I think I really am starting to hate hippies!
* Why do Americans all do there best English accent like Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins! Very annoying.
* Ruby Wax was drinking in Almost Paradise bar last night. Show biz or what.
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