No se que decir.

I am sleepy.

Last night was a beach bonfire. Con cervesas y mi guitarra. It was the first fire that I've had on the beach where I'm sweating because of the heat rather than freezing my little heiny off. Above me, Orion casually strolled across the sky, reminding me that it was actually winter where I come from and that this reality that I'm enjoying is in stark contrast to normal.

I'm ok with this.

The holidays flew by, pretty much without my recognition. I spent both of them with my Uncle and that side of the family and that was better, I think, that the drunken brawl that occured in Dominical. I've seen drunken brawls. I have brawled whilst drunk. I know that brawling under the influence only leads to trouble. And I NEVER get into that......ever.....ahem.....

I'm at war with the internet here. God bless Porltand, Oregon and the Coffee Cat Coffee Shop with their love of high-speed internet. I miss you, high-speed internet. Like a fiber from my heart. It's because of your absense that I am unable to do things like post picutres from my life here in Costa Rica. I...I love you.

Last night, I remembered that it was Monday. Mondays used to mean drinking good, dark beer with my buddies and watching Luke and Jeff Pugh talk like an old married couple. I miss you, kids. I really do.

However, I am glad I am here on my own. It is good for my growth as a human.

Ok. Going to try and upload some pictures...for the 8 millionth time.