Sometimes I wonder if the places I remember, remember me too.
Estoy viajando a El Salvador en ocho dias!
Travel blog is back because I am leaving the country next Friday! I’m going on an Alternative Spring Break trip with other students from my school, and we will be building a classroom in a coastal town in El Salvador. I absolutely cannot wait for a new adventure. I will spend Monday-Thursday working on the classroom, but around those times we will be experiencing parts of the El Salvadorian culture - mayan ruins, Good Friday celebrations during Holy Week, pupusas, and the daily life in a local family.
I will not have a computer while I’m there because I will only be there for 7 full days, but I will be daily journaling and taking TONS of photos that I will post by day when I return.
Stay tuned: it’s time for a second adventure into Central America!!
These shoes hadn’t been worn until I set foot in Costa Rica. I took this picture in the middle of my street the morning that I left - June 30th 2012. I wore them almost every day that I was there and that means that they witnessed every part of Costa Rica that I laid eyes on.
They walked the 25 minutes to and from school every day (sometimes in the rain).
They were soaked the day we toured Heredia and it rained buckets and buckets.
They rode a boat and set foot on la Isla Tortuga, only to later be covered in red ants. The sloshed in the mud of the Pacuare River.
They housed a bug or two until it got it’s fill of my blood and went to find someone else.
They sat on bus ride after bus ride to get to weekend destinations that gave brief pause to the week day routine.
They wandered the streets of San Jose and were dotted with spilled rice and beans from my first casado.
They briefly housed a little gecko before his untimely death.
They wandered the halls of Hotel Diria in Tamarindo (but were left behind for a night of dancing).
They hiked the surrounding hills of Arenal and squished a bug or two.
They got drenched….again.
They basked in the sun in my host family’s backyard, enjoying the calm after the storms.
They followed the Manuel Antonio National park and chased after monkeys and wild animals.
They filled with salt and sand and shells and dirt.
They navigated through airports and unfamiliar places.
They were there to feel love and see beauty and experience all the growth that I witnessed of others and of myself while I was in this incredible country. They met people and tried new things and took chances and made mistakes and expanded horizons. Along with me of course. :)
These shoes, something that I went to Costa Rica with and returned with, are single-handedly the most symbolic representation of everything that I did and everything that I experienced. I’ll feel a little extra sadness once they start to fall apart. But I know they will always stick out as the best pair of shoes I’ve ever owned.
Estaré de regreso; no estoy terminado aquí. Estoy dejando un pedazo de mi corazón en Costa Rica. Me encanta este país, su gente, y su manera de vida. Muchísimas gracias por las memorias, las sonrisas, las lecciones, y el amor.
Pura vida…ahora y siempre.
I have it planned out. I’m just not ready to write it yet.
It’ll be here, I swears.
On my last day in Costa Rica, I finally got at least a little bit of revenge.
Mosquitos: 40. Courtney: 1.