HAPPY RIDVAN

Well 3 more weeks in this land and the new adventure will start… I’m amaze of how quickly is time passing by… it’s been 2 weeks now since I left my job…
I already emptied my closet… I’ll take these,…I can’t take that one… Sometimes it’s so hard to be detached and not take all of your belonging… but I have no choice all my things needs to fit in 3 suitcases…
Wish means clothes, books, pictures… My past and present…
So 3 weeks to pack, get all my documentation done and saying good bye to everybody…
I realize these last days of the things I will miss the most and I’m taking advantage to enjoy some of those…
Like dancing… I’m still taking the “Merecumbe” classes (I’m pretty much going 3 times per week) and the Saturday before I left, they’re having a dance party…( could not have been better if I plan it…)
So I’m enjoying the last tropical breeze, the language, the food and of course the friends…

It’s unbelievable how you go to bed one night, and everything it’s so different the following morning. You are just sitting, watching the ocean, thinking that it has to be just a bad dream, a really bad dream. That is not possible to feel so vulnerable and naked, that is not possible to feel so powerless…
Just a normal night, you go to bed this time happy to be at the beach, excited about this short vacation, not knowing that it would be cut short. Then you wake up in the morning, it seems that everything go so slow, it does not seem real. Somebody has been in the room and took all your belongings, you are left with no papers, no money, not even the key to the car so you can go back home. All you clothes were touch, you even found you underwear somewhere else. Part of you is upset, the other is happy that your duffle bag was too heavy and they left you at least your clothes. And then everybody starts telling you how lucky you both were, than none of us woke up when they were in the room. A little part of me wishes I will have wake up and would have been able to kick him or maybe throw something at them. It’s amazing all the different feeling that can cross inside of you in a couple of seconds, hatred, wishing that something terrible will happen to those who did this, sadness and finally resolution. Accepting the fact that you cannot change what happen, and that nothing can be done about it, only to move forward and continue with your life…

UNEMPLOYED!!!! :-)

It’s still hard to believe that I do not work for Language line since last Friday. That I won’t be answering calls for 8 hours, and try not to freeze to death because of the AC.
I know that I hadn’t been posting often (as I’ve been kindly reminded), but it’s been a crazy month for me. So many things to do as so little time… and actually not much to tell.
But now the adventures actually begging’s. Now instead of butterflies, I have BIG FROGS tap dancing in my stomach… I only have one more month in Costa Rica…
So I’m trying to organize everything, so I can be ready on time without a lot of stress and still be able to enjoy my last weeks with family and friends…
I’m so exited to go to the beach with my grandmother, so I can’t say “arrivederci” to the Pacific. She has a digital camera, and we will be playing with it, so I hope I’ll have some pics to share.
Cause I don’t have recent pictures of me I followed David and Gianni’s example and I leave you with this…