It's high time I wrote about the trip I made to Nicaragua about a month ago. By Costa Rican law, you're only allowed to stay three months. Then you have to leave the country for at least 72 hours before coming back in. I'd heard people talking about how they're actually pretty relaxed about the whole thing, that you don't really need to leave ( Read more... )

One thing that has been cool and maybe somewhat of a surprise is that people constantly think I am Costa Rican, especially when I'm working as a waiter in the restaurant. Whereas in Mexico, occaisonally someone would ask if I was Mexican, and I probably looked Mexican enough to blend into crowds in large cities like Mexico City and avoid ( Read more... )

Although that´s probably the last email I´m going to send home, and that´s what the bigger entries in my journal were, emails I sent home, I´m still probably going to update my livejournal at least from time to time.

Welp, theese eez eet. Probably the last email for a long time, now that I have reached some kind of destination after so much wandering, I probably won't have too much to say, really ( Read more... )

So the guy in the little apartment next to mine was a hairdresser from San Jose. I didn't want to assume he was gay, but, well, yeah, stereotypes about male hairdressers have the tendency to be true all over the world, and I had heard from other people that he was gay. So what, right? I've had gay friends, doesn't mean they're going to be all ( Read more... )

Last night I had my first dream in Spanish, at least the first one I remember. A few days ago, there was a transitional kind of dream that had accented English, so I'm pleased with how quickly it progressed to full on Spanish, although only part of the dream was in Spanish ( Read more... )

Then again, nothing could sum up my experiences of Panama better than the Van Halen song. This is EXACTLY how I feel, AMAZING ( Read more... )

All the indigenous women are pregnant,
but their children think themselves ugly.
They already realize the world was stolen from them long ago.

This is a short poem I wrote after Kari gave me this long, mystic, Thai massage upon returning from a day of snorkeling in Bocas del Toro, Panama. It kind of hypnotized me, put me in that between dreaming and awake state. I think that's been the best place for me to find poems lately, like undeciphered messages from my subconcious ( Read more... )

"And Alan, who some called the Hobo, cameth triumphantly into the city, riding on his ass (in a bus). The people shooketh their booties and cried out 'Halelujah, blessed is he who cums in the face of the Lord!' And verily, his ass was sore ( Read more... )