MOVING ON

I have come to realise that I´m a person that finds it hard to settle in life.  For nearly ten years of my life I moved house a least once a year if not more.  I found it difficult when I had to buy my first bed as it meant that if I wanted to move I could not pack everything into my car anymore.  I´m not very good at putting down roots.  It is the same with my travels.  I never stay anywhere too long;  A week at the most, then I move onto the next spot.  It seems to be changing though as I get older.  I have now stayed in my place in London for four years.  A record for me.  I guess I have finally found a home.  My travel pattern has changed too.  I have now been in Nasaro for over a month.  I never thought I would stay here so long, but I fell in love with the place and the people.  I have met some great people here and Almost paradise hostel and the people there have felt like a little disfunctional family to me, but all good things come to an end.  Slowly but surely the family started to leave.  First Hannah, went back to England, Lindsay the American moved onto new pastures and my Ex husband (Thats what I started calling him) Thomas left to go and chef on a ship sailing around the world.  The place has now turned into empty chairs, tables and beds with only memories of ghosts of the past.  Its time to move on, to adventures new.  I will be sad though.  I might even shed a tear, something I have never done before on my travels.
On a good note, there are still familar faces around.  Cat, Owen and Jeff of course.  Julie and Stefan have become like a mum and dad looking after us and Carly 2 came back a little sad after the end of her whirl wind romance with the Frenchman Alex.  Me and Carly2 have been hanging out a lot, which has been nice and we now are grouped together and just known now as the Carly´s.
With me and Thomas now just friends, which we probably should of been in the first place, I was free to do what ever I wanted again.  Which was just as well as I pulled a very cute California surfer on dance night at La Luna.  He was called Utaw (I know!  Why can´t Americans just have normal names like John and Kate) and as well as surfing he does Yoga so was very ripped and great arms.  I think I´m getting a weakness for men with strong arms.  It nearly didn´t happen though as I was very drunk and still trying to work it, and I fell down a ditch.  Luckily he didn´t see, I didn´t break my leg and carried on like nothing had happened, just a little sore.  Utaw left the next day to go back to the states which was sad, but actually OK as there can be no attachment then.
Saturday the fiesta came to town and we all had a hostel outing.  The fiesta is a big event for locals, with food, rides, disco and the main attraction being the rodeo.  The rodeo is crazy.  It consists of everyone sitting on the fence of the bull ring, while a few crazy tico´s (Locals) and Gringo´s (Americans) run around the ring waiting to get killed by the bull they release.  The bull comes out with some man trying to stay on it wearing american football padding and helmet, while it bucks.  Once the man comes off the bull some old tico always with a fag in his mouth then waves a red flag in front of the bull trying to annoy the hell out of it, while all the men show how manly they are by trying to whack the bull on the arse.  Eventually they lasso the bull.  All very crazy but much better entertainment than X Factor.  Unfortunatley some stupid Gringo woman was just stood there having a fag when the bull stamped on her knocking her out. Very messy  and not nice  Luckily they have a make shift medical centre on the ring, because apparently this happens all the time and thats what most people come to see, mashed up people!
On Thomas´s last night we had a cocktail evening,  where Cat 2 (Our new bar tender from Berlin)  created new cocktails.  As me and Thomas were now like part of the furniture of the place we had the honor of having a cocktail named after us. I always knew it was my calling in life to get a cocktail named after me.  Thomas´s was called the Naughty Thomas, due to his womanising ways.  It was very sweet at first but then leaves a bitter after taste in your mouth, which I said was very suited to him.  We both laughed.  Mine was the sweet Carly which seemed very sweet but was actually very strong due to the amount of gin in it.  Cat2 thought it was a good one for me.  I think she was right.
Tomorrow I head back to San Jose to meet up with my house mate Angus who is coming out to travel Central and South America, which is cool.  So I close a chapter on the first part of my journey.  I have memories that will stay with me.  I love you Nasaro.  Thank you for making me the happiest I have been in a long time.

OBSERVATIONS

* When I wear my very obscence hot pants, I don´t seem to have any problems getting rides when I´m hitch hiking!

* A Brazilian wax over here is different to the ones back home, as I found out to my horror.  I feel like a ten year old girl.  Wrong!

* My spanish is getting better.  Well it couldn´t get any worse!