August 2011
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“I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give...”
– Jack Kerouac (via ireadintothings)
July 2011
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moment #10
That moment where you realize that you made two new amazing friendships upon your travels that you know will continue no matter which part of the world you are in.
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moment #9
That moment where I wake up to prepare for my departure from Costa Rica this morning and it is raining outside and I realized that oh, hey, my freshly washed clothing is all drenched.
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moment #8
That moment where you wake up and realize that you need to pack your bags, do your laundry, and say goodbye.
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“All that I know about my life, it seems, I have learned in books.”
– Jean-Paul Sartre
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moment #7
That moment where I am sitting on my bed in Costa Rica and I realize that my bedroom is my United States and through the door is my other world, of which I never want to leave.
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moment #6
That moment where you want to cancel your flight back to the United States and remain in this bubble far away from everything for the rest of your life.
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moment #5
That moment where the only audible noises are the boiling water hitting the tea kettle, the rooster cock-a-doodle-do-ing, and the steady rumble of Costa Rican thunder.
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moment #4
That moment when I was driving to the volcano and spotted an all black, baby Pitbull roaming the streets of Cartago, Costa Rica and thought of how much you would have loved him.
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moment #3
That moment where you go fishing for the first time in your life in a rainstorm near a volcano and you catch four fishes, eat one immediately after it’s caught near the volcano in the middle of the rain and nothing could ever make you happier.
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WatchThat moment where my nose made it’s big debut in Costa Rica.
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moment #2
That moment where someone opens the refrigerator door and you smell rotten or spoiled milk/mayo and you wanna vomit repeatedly.
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There was a pot of spaghetti on the stove this morning. I opened it and found a ton of sugar ants once again eating my lunch. I left and sought refuge at my friend’s house in another part of Cartago. I just returned home and it is about 10:45. I decided to forget about the ants and indulged in the spaghetti. Oh well. Tasted the same.
-Costa Rica
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moment #1
That moment where you’re in the bathroom for a half hour after a strawberry/banana smoothie party in Costa Rica and everyone can hear the sound of you taking a nasty dump.
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Making smoothies for the family tonight. Woke up with a stuffed nose but nothing gets my spirits low in this country. Just secured my apartment in Astoria and so pumped. Fell asleep to Hey Arnold last night and woke up to morning rainshowers. Life is nice.
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Just ate Guanabana con leche. Love.
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Conversed with my family in Cartago for four hours while drinking coffee liquor from Nicaragua. It’s now 12:15 in the morning and I am ready to snooze. Pura vida.
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One liter of Pilsen beer in my tummy and a bunch of ants (sweet ants) that I didn’t intend to consume on purpose. If this were the United States, I’d be having a fit, but when in Costa Rica I live simply by pura vida standards.
My English sucks and I like it that way.
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When I travel to other countries, my cheese consumption skyrockets. I find it necessary to become acclimated with each nation’s cheeses.
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shot dead
Walked outside of the house this morning in my PJs to ask Estefania what time I should teach English to her today. I was shot down during an intense water gun war. Good morning from Costa Rica.
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Lebanon in Costa Rica
Kefta Neye in Costa Rica with my best pals. Arak afterwards for a proper toast.
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Everyone is Lebanese at the end of the day.
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english class revisited
Teaching English to two young girls in Cartago, Costa Rica. I love grammar with a fresh cup of black coffee.
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sunday night in a bar
With my good pal Jeison in Cartago on a Sunday night, we ventured to a karaoke bar tucked away in the corner of some plaza. We had a beer, sang sappy love songs in Spanish and gave my best friend Laura a call. She’s in the United States and I ventured with her to Costa Rica for my first time in 2009. This place isn’t the same without her. What a great surprise to call her. She was...
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stomach ache revisited
Yep, after six cups of black coffee and eating a little piece of pork for the first time in over a year, my stomach illness is back. The heavy rainfall in Cartago and Margot Badran’s Feminists, Islam, and Nation is calming my tummy ache down. Hopefully tonight’s beer drinking will help upset tummy too. Ha. Pura Vida.
rain
My orange rain hat is the focal point of all jokes in Costa Rica. So are my rainboots.
June 2011
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Paco
Paco, owner of my favorite bar, had an aneurism. Thankfully he survived; however, my favorite bar has turned into a mini franchise popular in the Cartago area. I hope the food is still as good.
cooking lesson
Got my recipe down for arroz con pollo. I ate pizza in an ice cream cone. I saw the Hangover 2 last night. I ate pan con dulce de leche. I lost track of my days.
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day #1
The bag arrived. I partied hard, which means, I drank two beers, fell asleep at the party, and woke up at 9 AM. I need to regain my sense of being a wild gal, ha. The party was in Tres Rios near a coffee plantation. It had the best balcony I ever saw in Costa Rica. I woke up feeling amazing. My bag is here, my friends are here, and tonight I am putting on my dancing shoes for San Jose. I feel damn...
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my return to cartago, costa rica
Smelled like heaven stepping out of the airport. The fresh air, the miserable feeling of lost baggage, oh life! But this damn country makes me feel so at ease! Life could be worse than a missing bag. Hopefully it will arrive today or tomorrow. Worst feeling is not having my olive oil soap, deodorant, toothbrush, and contacts.
Empanadas were amazing at Mike’s as usual. Reunited with my...
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indigestion #1
get rid of this bullshit gingivitis bullshit love you fucked up my teeth had a baby and your genes fucked up my baby’s teeth good grief my thighs bloated why i am thirty-five where did the time go on lunch break, ashed out that smoke generic brand married you on a whim when i had better skin twenty years old forgot the present baby we have our future with pearly whites slim thighs but why...
May 2011
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fuckyeahdirtyverses asked: thank you for writing poetry for us.
-Pluto.
-Pluto.
carpe-librum asked: MEHGAN. I haven't heard from you since last year! How the hell are you girl?
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cure
small hands gripping hearts in the center of my chest dead-weight pounding and pumping me to my rest eyelids graceful to their close God’s fingers gently over my nose soul in its conscience travels afar bones shattering to the beat of the stars and turn to black my shade i’ll be dead-weight’s burden by death is remedied