Tuesday, January 22, 2013
PICTURES!!!
Thursday, January 17, 2013
January 6, 2013-January 8, 2013
As you can see by the pictures we posted, Callie and I did get to paint some door panels. That was so much fun! It was definately a test of our abilities since they were very limited on their art supplies. I say we did pretty darn well. The workers and the owner of the hostel really seemed very appreciative of our art. The next day was spent packing and spending our last moments with the employees of the hostel. I miss them! We left the hostel around 2 PM to catch our bus. Our bus ride all the way to Tamarindo only cost 10 USD. Cheap ride, and it was a decent bus at that. The ride was awesome even though it was a 5 and half hour long ride. As we were leaving San Jose, we were passing through the jutting mountain peaks. We tried so hard to take pictures but werent too successful since the bus was wizzing through. As we were nearing the coast, we could feel the butterflies in our stomaches. BEACHESSSS!!!!!!! Callie was pretty nervous towards the end of the ride because we werent too sure where to get off at. Its so funny the situations we get into with the traveling aspect, buses...taxis. We were pressured into a 3USD taxi ride to our hotel. We didnt know it was within walking distance. We assume now that everything is within walking distance, off course with the exception of traveling through multiple cities. Our hostel which was actually a really cheap hotel only cost 15 USD a night. The one thing that made it different from a true hostel was the cleaning lady. Someone came and cleaned everything everyday. This was nice. It was dark when we arrived but we still had to venture to the beach before going to bed. What an amazing thing to feel the sand and the water on my feet! Its been two years since I've been to a beach. At our hostel, we met one of our roommates, Louis. Crazy french guy. He was interesting though. He speaks three languages and works in Ecuador. While we were sitting in the hammock, attempting to email, talking to Louis, we were bombarded by teenage Argentinian boys. Key word..BOYS. We quickly discovered through our own observations and Louis's commentations that they were the South American version of America's guidos. Jersey Shore Argentinian style. We spent most of our time in Tamarindo making fun with those comparisons. We discovered the true dilemma of the entire day when we entered our room. It felt like a sauna! Pure heat and humidity. To top it off, our beds were the top bunks. Please, for our sake, take a moment to imagine what it was like for two 5ish foot girls climbing in a no doubt 6 ft tall bunk. No Bueno! The next day was spent on the beach, catching a burn, letting waves crash over us, spotting huge Iguanas. Even though Tamarindo was an expensive touristy place, we had a blasty blast playing in the waves and collecting beautiful shells. We've been taking pictures on our phones because I'm still waiting on my camera cords to arrive.
I am sorry it has been so long since the last post. The last few places we have stayed have not had a computer readily available to us, and we have been on the move like crazy, which youll learn in future posts. The only laptop, besides the one I am working on now, we had around belonged to afore mentioned Louis and he had a motified french keyboard.So the last two days in San Jose were bitter sweet. We had grown really close to the people that worked there. Had even gotten somewhat of a routine down. We painted door panels so that our mark would forever be a piece of the hostel Galileo. I dont know what they did with it, and I hope it doesn't go unoticed and ends up leaning between more panels and scrap wood in th utility closet. Gathering dust and such. I am just proud of the fact I spit out a full size painting in a day and a half, with oils none the less. And one paint brush split between the two of us. I think we had some travel anxiety slash excitement to release. Sorry, I cannot spell. This computer spellchecks only spanish. The rest of the blog is doomed from here. I heard this would be showed to Middle schoolers, please study spelling and math. SO, our bus was to leave at 330. We were going to leave really early to make sure everything was gravey when we went to the bus terminal. Of course the Infamously Late Grrlz {still working on a catchy name} chilled all day and realized we had to be in the terminal in thirty minutes before the bus left, hadnt bought our tickets yet, and had yet to call a cab. But as with this whole trip God and Fate and Good Energy and Karma International Bank was with us. We got on our bus and started on the next leg. It wasnt an awful ride, very comfortable bus. We got off in the middle of Tamarindo and my heart had stopped. Surley this over developed, condo, night club ridden paradise was not the Tamarindo *Tamagringo I visited eight years ago. But alas it was. At first I was happy to see a special spot be available to others as it was to me. But just looking around I knew before anyone had told me what happened. A rich man for the States had started buying cheap land from the native Ticos. He then turned around and started lotting off plots and buying and selling and trading the land. Buildings went up catering to the creame de la creame of vacationers and hostels off the main stretch for the cheap bastards like myself. They then turned around and hired the local people for about 3 to 5 dollars a day. 'MERICA! Our first night was surreal. Our hostel was a hub for Argentian and Chilian kids on holiday. Exact same atmosphere as Panama City Beach. Frat Hostel. Not my scene. But what can you do? I just paid 15 USD a night on the beach. Can't complain. lol. We were chillin on the hammock taking it all in and met our first dorm mate. He name is Louis from France with a very French attitude. His and Miranda's sparring of sarcastic blades helped put a balm on the MILLONS of mosquito bites received. Ohhh god. It was awful. I am too miserable to keep count anymore, but I was definatly up to thirty on each leg at last tally. We looked for work, but it was half hearted. This wasn't the scene we wanted to cater to. Plus everywhere wanted papers. jajajaja. But in Tamarindo we made fast friends with almost everyone in our bunk. Plus we were all in our early twenties and gringos. The beach was just so exciting to beeeee there. Shells and happy and water and the SUNNNNNN. The blazing fierce equitorial SUN. Whose main goal is to SMITE ALL FLESH. But only at high noon when there are no shadows, so no one can hide. We didn't learn of this war until it was too late. And after two and a half hours of being on the beach we were ready to go back to the hostel.
More pictures coming soon.
I am sorry it has been so long since the last post. The last few places we have stayed have not had a computer readily available to us, and we have been on the move like crazy, which youll learn in future posts. The only laptop, besides the one I am working on now, we had around belonged to afore mentioned Louis and he had a motified french keyboard.So the last two days in San Jose were bitter sweet. We had grown really close to the people that worked there. Had even gotten somewhat of a routine down. We painted door panels so that our mark would forever be a piece of the hostel Galileo. I dont know what they did with it, and I hope it doesn't go unoticed and ends up leaning between more panels and scrap wood in th utility closet. Gathering dust and such. I am just proud of the fact I spit out a full size painting in a day and a half, with oils none the less. And one paint brush split between the two of us. I think we had some travel anxiety slash excitement to release. Sorry, I cannot spell. This computer spellchecks only spanish. The rest of the blog is doomed from here. I heard this would be showed to Middle schoolers, please study spelling and math. SO, our bus was to leave at 330. We were going to leave really early to make sure everything was gravey when we went to the bus terminal. Of course the Infamously Late Grrlz {still working on a catchy name} chilled all day and realized we had to be in the terminal in thirty minutes before the bus left, hadnt bought our tickets yet, and had yet to call a cab. But as with this whole trip God and Fate and Good Energy and Karma International Bank was with us. We got on our bus and started on the next leg. It wasnt an awful ride, very comfortable bus. We got off in the middle of Tamarindo and my heart had stopped. Surley this over developed, condo, night club ridden paradise was not the Tamarindo *Tamagringo I visited eight years ago. But alas it was. At first I was happy to see a special spot be available to others as it was to me. But just looking around I knew before anyone had told me what happened. A rich man for the States had started buying cheap land from the native Ticos. He then turned around and started lotting off plots and buying and selling and trading the land. Buildings went up catering to the creame de la creame of vacationers and hostels off the main stretch for the cheap bastards like myself. They then turned around and hired the local people for about 3 to 5 dollars a day. 'MERICA! Our first night was surreal. Our hostel was a hub for Argentian and Chilian kids on holiday. Exact same atmosphere as Panama City Beach. Frat Hostel. Not my scene. But what can you do? I just paid 15 USD a night on the beach. Can't complain. lol. We were chillin on the hammock taking it all in and met our first dorm mate. He name is Louis from France with a very French attitude. His and Miranda's sparring of sarcastic blades helped put a balm on the MILLONS of mosquito bites received. Ohhh god. It was awful. I am too miserable to keep count anymore, but I was definatly up to thirty on each leg at last tally. We looked for work, but it was half hearted. This wasn't the scene we wanted to cater to. Plus everywhere wanted papers. jajajaja. But in Tamarindo we made fast friends with almost everyone in our bunk. Plus we were all in our early twenties and gringos. The beach was just so exciting to beeeee there. Shells and happy and water and the SUNNNNNN. The blazing fierce equitorial SUN. Whose main goal is to SMITE ALL FLESH. But only at high noon when there are no shadows, so no one can hide. We didn't learn of this war until it was too late. And after two and a half hours of being on the beach we were ready to go back to the hostel.
More pictures coming soon.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
PICTURES!!!
PICTURES!!!!
Saturday, January 5, 2013
January 4, 2013-January 5, 2013
Yesterday, Callie, two girls who work at the hostel, and I went to San Jose's lesser equivalent of Six Flags. Since it is the beginning of this area's summer season, there were a lot of people there! We only rode 6 rides but we were there for almost 6 hours. So tired! So, you could say we spent most of our time waiting and conversing and catching some sun. Callie got burned on her shoulders. The rides were fun, though they didn't last long at all. Then, we rode three rides you'd see at a county fair and a water ride. The water ride was the one that we waited in line for the most, of course, we wanted to ride it because we were so hot. By the time we got through the two lines, the sun was setting behind some clouds and it got chilly. Weird ride, though. It was a huge raft that fit seven people, and basically we went down a huge slide and floated down a lazy river. The other people in our boat had a splash fight with the boat in front of us, and promptly, got reprimanded for it. haha. Last night, we booked our hostel in Tamarindo. It's called Chocolate Hostel. It looks very nice, and, get this...it has a pool! BOOYAHH! To top off the already wonderful day we had yesterday, the hostel got their hot shower heads fixed. We got hot showers now! Not much going on today. Tried to get some laundry done, but all they have around here is dry-cleaners. No Bueno. Maybe Callie and I will paint on a door at this hostel soon.
Miranda
For the first 4 days we were in San Jose we hadn't ventured too far from the hostel. We went to the park (one WHOLE block away) and Miranda went to the market, which was about 7 blocks away. Don't get me wrong it's been nice this hiatus I've had from work and life it's self, but been feeling kinda cooped up. So, the other night at the hostel bar (The Rugged Pineapple) we randomly asked about the amusement park I had seen signs to. The Hostel manager Melissa looked it up and it was so cheap and looked like so much fun we made quick plans to go the next morning. Took a five minute taxi and made it to Parque de Destraciones. While in line for the first ride a fight broke out between two dads over who got to ride in the first car LOL. They were quickly asked to leave and everyone cheered for justice served. It was nice being around all the Ticos and seeing the diversity of everyone around. People and families and rides and too expensive food. Really, it was just like home. I hadn't been to six flags in a long time because all the rides are the same. Doesn't really justify spending 30 USD for the same thing over again. But for 7200 Colones, about 14 USD, you get you know, a more scaled down version of six flags, but whole new concepts of rides. Rides I've never seen before. DA BOMB. The sun and the absence of our siestas and an oncoming storm made us leave a little earlier than I am used to, but I was worn slap out. We opted to take a more economy friendly bus ride back to the hostel (255 colones, so about 50 cents). The bus we spotted drove off, so we raaaaannnn about 50 yds to get the one that pulled up...and it promptly pulled passed us. So we raaaannnn up the block to catch it, and it drove off without us. So we waited for another and hopped on. Back home I took my first real actually hot shower. Not cool, not tepid, not even really lava, how i like it. But hot. I shaved and it felt so wonderful. Do you know what its like having to shower, but avoiding the water like it's poison? Yeah. Much appreciation. I was so prepared to sleep well. But between Neil Gaimen, the snoring German, and the bar down the street, sleep eluded me yet again. It's not like I am doing too much for it to really effect me though. So no bones. Tried to get some laundry done but it's drop off only, and we would have to pick it up in 2 1/2 days. Bunk that. So we bought some detergent and a brush for 1.30 USD. Sweet prices, bro. And I am prepared to take to the sink.We booked our stay at the Chocolate Hotel in Tamarindo (north west of us on the Nicoya Peninsula), and I am already for the beach big time. Tuesday morning we will be on a bus there. Before we head, sometime Monday evening, our loved ones will receive there check in phone calls. Much love.
Callie
Miranda
For the first 4 days we were in San Jose we hadn't ventured too far from the hostel. We went to the park (one WHOLE block away) and Miranda went to the market, which was about 7 blocks away. Don't get me wrong it's been nice this hiatus I've had from work and life it's self, but been feeling kinda cooped up. So, the other night at the hostel bar (The Rugged Pineapple) we randomly asked about the amusement park I had seen signs to. The Hostel manager Melissa looked it up and it was so cheap and looked like so much fun we made quick plans to go the next morning. Took a five minute taxi and made it to Parque de Destraciones. While in line for the first ride a fight broke out between two dads over who got to ride in the first car LOL. They were quickly asked to leave and everyone cheered for justice served. It was nice being around all the Ticos and seeing the diversity of everyone around. People and families and rides and too expensive food. Really, it was just like home. I hadn't been to six flags in a long time because all the rides are the same. Doesn't really justify spending 30 USD for the same thing over again. But for 7200 Colones, about 14 USD, you get you know, a more scaled down version of six flags, but whole new concepts of rides. Rides I've never seen before. DA BOMB. The sun and the absence of our siestas and an oncoming storm made us leave a little earlier than I am used to, but I was worn slap out. We opted to take a more economy friendly bus ride back to the hostel (255 colones, so about 50 cents). The bus we spotted drove off, so we raaaaannnn about 50 yds to get the one that pulled up...and it promptly pulled passed us. So we raaaannnn up the block to catch it, and it drove off without us. So we waited for another and hopped on. Back home I took my first real actually hot shower. Not cool, not tepid, not even really lava, how i like it. But hot. I shaved and it felt so wonderful. Do you know what its like having to shower, but avoiding the water like it's poison? Yeah. Much appreciation. I was so prepared to sleep well. But between Neil Gaimen, the snoring German, and the bar down the street, sleep eluded me yet again. It's not like I am doing too much for it to really effect me though. So no bones. Tried to get some laundry done but it's drop off only, and we would have to pick it up in 2 1/2 days. Bunk that. So we bought some detergent and a brush for 1.30 USD. Sweet prices, bro. And I am prepared to take to the sink.We booked our stay at the Chocolate Hotel in Tamarindo (north west of us on the Nicoya Peninsula), and I am already for the beach big time. Tuesday morning we will be on a bus there. Before we head, sometime Monday evening, our loved ones will receive there check in phone calls. Much love.
Callie
Thursday, January 3, 2013
December 31, 2012-January 3, 2013
Unfortunately, I am waiting on my camera's battery charger to come in the mail, so I'm not able to post pictures just yet. Soon though... The adventure started with an early 6:30 A.M. flight from the Atlanta, GA airport to the Ft. Lauderdale, FL airport which wasn't as slow and painstaking as everyone said it would be. This was my first commercial plane ride ever. It was fantastic, simply, because the sun was rising as we were ascending. We had an almost two hour delay on the second flight so we tried sleeping in the most awkward positions on the uncomfortable chairs. Not Fun! The second flight didn't go as smooth. In the midst of trying to figure out our seating situation and annoying the guy beside us, I managed to trip up the flight attendants twice...whoops. As we were leaving the airport in San Jose, we were bombarded with Ticos, local Costa Ricans, asking us "Taxi?, Taxi?, Taxi a San Jose?" all the way to the bus station. "No, Bus!!" Be direct and loud so they get the point. So, we take a $1 bus ride versus a $20 taxi ride to the terminal where a very lovely woman helps us get a taxi. We arrived to our quaint hostel full of friendly people, unpacked, got some familiar food, Quiznos, of all places, and passed out! I woke around midnight to the hostel employees dressed as zombies and lots of fireworks. The next day, we tried to acclimate ourselves by walking around San Jose and getting some groceries. Note: 500 Colones equals 1 US Dollar. The money is beautiful, so colorful and various animals on the back. It feels like plastic. The next day, David, a nice fellow hostelian who happens to speak spanish, and I woke early and went to the market where they sell cheap fresh fruits, veggies, spices, seafood, and many other things! It was so much to look at that we for sure have to go back. Today, Callie and I went this local Museo de Arte and gawked at some amazing wooden carvings, paintings, drawings and volcano ash statues. San Jose is such a large, dense city that we will not be able to cover all there is to see in the short amount of time we have. We plan to visit some of the historic parts of the city before we continue our adventure further south. As time has passed here at the hostel, I have managed to inadvertently rebel against existing house rules and even created some new ones. Apparently, no dogs are allowed upstairs where the rooms are, my bad, and a new sign has been created saying "Don't place things on top of the mini oven" for they will melt! As we speak, a new sign should be created on Callie's behalf saying "Chairs will break if ones butt sits too hard." They are very passive aggressive around here if you cant tell. Signs everywhere. I cant wait to post pictures of the hostel and the city. I sincerely wish all of you could be here to experience this with us!
Miranda
So, first post...yeah...lemme jump right in then. It's day four of our adventure. It's been very tame so far, but that's fine. The flight was very early in the morning and I knew between excitement and friends making last minute visits I wasn't going to sleep. Seeing my fiance and mom off wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but I expected the homesickness to start in eventually anyways. We flew the cheapest airline possible, Spirit, and of course you get what you pay for. That tin can...the seats didn't recline an inch, no provided music or movies, but I didn't really expect it since it's was a short flight. But dang, I would have liked to sleep. Good thing is I forgot my gum and my ears didn't hurt nearly as bad as I thought they would. Miranda got the window seat which is awesome considering this was her first big plane ride :) The 2 1/3 layover in Ft Lauderdale was extended and I did actually get some sleep, scrunched up in a chair, and on concrete floor, but I was desperate. We had separate seats on the next flight, but I was sure we could work something out. Plus i was looking forward to leaning my seat back just a bit and getting some shut eye. When we came to our seats a lady was sitting in my seat but that was fine. We could work it out that the family sat together and we would sit together and the person flying alone would understand after we politely asked him if he could take the lone isle seat. NONONO. Wasn't standing for it. He wanted that window seat. Separated us, but the Dad in the family gave her his seat so we could be together. So nice. Then Window Seat Man PROMPTLY...fell asleep. jvnledkgjslktgjf. AND the seats didn't budge unless you had the strength of 12 men. And they charged for everything. 3 USD. For.A.Cup.Of. Noodles. I'm sorry for Window Seat Man, I was just so anxious on the flight. My raincoat makes an awful lot of noise. Like one of those awesome wind suits when you move around a lot. And I couldn't help pointing out land marks to Miranda, in his line of vision. Or jostling whenever he was taking notes. And the roar of the engines keep my voice a little above napping comfort levels. Upon arrival I kept my cool. In Ft Lauderdale I looked up all details on how to avoid a 20 USD taxi ride and how, what, when, where, which to take the public bus for $2. As usual in strange and unusual countries we were immediately bombarded by taxi drivers looking to prey on unsuspecting ignorant tourist. ( Tip #1: When being hassled anywhere abroad when you are obviously American. DO NOT LOOK THEM IN THE EYE. show no interest. No thanks will suffice. Don't explain your self, don't put your manners into play. Did you not see how many people were coming out of that building? They have plenty of business, don't waste their time. They have a job to do. Which doesn't include you or your luggage.) An agent told us were we needed to go and quickly got on the bus. Where we fumbled like idiots with the money. When in doubt pay in big bills, you'll get change. Into the city we go. And go. And go. And...where in the hell are we supposed to stop? As we go further into San Jose and I was pretty sure we just passed the city's biggest park, which Hostel Galileo was one block away from I dropped my pride, but kept my bravado, and asked the lady next to me where this was. I just pointed at the address I had written down and thank God she spoke some English, so sweet. She said the bus led to a terminal and she would help us get a taxi. I'm not one to ask strangers in strange lands for assistance. But she was a woman and I didn't give too many details. ( Tip #2: When traveling alone abroad, or with two young gorgeous females, keep all your travel deets to thine self. No one really needs to know when, how, and where, you're going. They usually don't care. And if they show a ridiculously amount of attention to you, they really don't need to know.) Our taxi driver was SO KIND and HELPFUL that upon arrival to the intersection the Hostel Galileo was on he already had our bags on the sidewalk and had driven away before pointing to the location of our shelter for the next 7 days. He must be a very busy man. We looked around bewildered. Did a 180 looking for the red building and behind us there it was. So cute. It was New Years and we checked in PARTIED to ring in the New Year. Just Kidding. Fell asleep like the dead. We Did it. On our own. Like a BOSS. Late that night gunshots were heard. I was like greattttt, here we go. But no, it was FIREWORKS! and Zombies. I didn't even bother to get up, Miranda did. Cause she's a trooper. The next few days involved getting into contact with family and loved ones (Tip #3: Tell people where you are. It's a pain in the booty sometimes. But if anything happens, I want people to know at least what vicinity I was in last.) We went shopping at the grocery store (which is owned by the evil empire. Wal-Mart) and got enough food to last both of us for a week for 60 USD. Verry Nice. Hit up the free art museum (expect pictures). Played Mario Kart. Met people from all over the world. And have gained a new appreciation for SIESTAS! More to come. It's just the beginning.
Callie
Miranda
So, first post...yeah...lemme jump right in then. It's day four of our adventure. It's been very tame so far, but that's fine. The flight was very early in the morning and I knew between excitement and friends making last minute visits I wasn't going to sleep. Seeing my fiance and mom off wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but I expected the homesickness to start in eventually anyways. We flew the cheapest airline possible, Spirit, and of course you get what you pay for. That tin can...the seats didn't recline an inch, no provided music or movies, but I didn't really expect it since it's was a short flight. But dang, I would have liked to sleep. Good thing is I forgot my gum and my ears didn't hurt nearly as bad as I thought they would. Miranda got the window seat which is awesome considering this was her first big plane ride :) The 2 1/3 layover in Ft Lauderdale was extended and I did actually get some sleep, scrunched up in a chair, and on concrete floor, but I was desperate. We had separate seats on the next flight, but I was sure we could work something out. Plus i was looking forward to leaning my seat back just a bit and getting some shut eye. When we came to our seats a lady was sitting in my seat but that was fine. We could work it out that the family sat together and we would sit together and the person flying alone would understand after we politely asked him if he could take the lone isle seat. NONONO. Wasn't standing for it. He wanted that window seat. Separated us, but the Dad in the family gave her his seat so we could be together. So nice. Then Window Seat Man PROMPTLY...fell asleep. jvnledkgjslktgjf. AND the seats didn't budge unless you had the strength of 12 men. And they charged for everything. 3 USD. For.A.Cup.Of. Noodles. I'm sorry for Window Seat Man, I was just so anxious on the flight. My raincoat makes an awful lot of noise. Like one of those awesome wind suits when you move around a lot. And I couldn't help pointing out land marks to Miranda, in his line of vision. Or jostling whenever he was taking notes. And the roar of the engines keep my voice a little above napping comfort levels. Upon arrival I kept my cool. In Ft Lauderdale I looked up all details on how to avoid a 20 USD taxi ride and how, what, when, where, which to take the public bus for $2. As usual in strange and unusual countries we were immediately bombarded by taxi drivers looking to prey on unsuspecting ignorant tourist. ( Tip #1: When being hassled anywhere abroad when you are obviously American. DO NOT LOOK THEM IN THE EYE. show no interest. No thanks will suffice. Don't explain your self, don't put your manners into play. Did you not see how many people were coming out of that building? They have plenty of business, don't waste their time. They have a job to do. Which doesn't include you or your luggage.) An agent told us were we needed to go and quickly got on the bus. Where we fumbled like idiots with the money. When in doubt pay in big bills, you'll get change. Into the city we go. And go. And go. And...where in the hell are we supposed to stop? As we go further into San Jose and I was pretty sure we just passed the city's biggest park, which Hostel Galileo was one block away from I dropped my pride, but kept my bravado, and asked the lady next to me where this was. I just pointed at the address I had written down and thank God she spoke some English, so sweet. She said the bus led to a terminal and she would help us get a taxi. I'm not one to ask strangers in strange lands for assistance. But she was a woman and I didn't give too many details. ( Tip #2: When traveling alone abroad, or with two young gorgeous females, keep all your travel deets to thine self. No one really needs to know when, how, and where, you're going. They usually don't care. And if they show a ridiculously amount of attention to you, they really don't need to know.) Our taxi driver was SO KIND and HELPFUL that upon arrival to the intersection the Hostel Galileo was on he already had our bags on the sidewalk and had driven away before pointing to the location of our shelter for the next 7 days. He must be a very busy man. We looked around bewildered. Did a 180 looking for the red building and behind us there it was. So cute. It was New Years and we checked in PARTIED to ring in the New Year. Just Kidding. Fell asleep like the dead. We Did it. On our own. Like a BOSS. Late that night gunshots were heard. I was like greattttt, here we go. But no, it was FIREWORKS! and Zombies. I didn't even bother to get up, Miranda did. Cause she's a trooper. The next few days involved getting into contact with family and loved ones (Tip #3: Tell people where you are. It's a pain in the booty sometimes. But if anything happens, I want people to know at least what vicinity I was in last.) We went shopping at the grocery store (which is owned by the evil empire. Wal-Mart) and got enough food to last both of us for a week for 60 USD. Verry Nice. Hit up the free art museum (expect pictures). Played Mario Kart. Met people from all over the world. And have gained a new appreciation for SIESTAS! More to come. It's just the beginning.
Callie
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