observations of my trip so far...
never stop to talk to a tico (costa rican) man riding a mountain bike on a beach.
(must read previous entries to understand this one)
consider it normal to be watched on the beach by 20 construction workers on their lunch break.
my hostel roommate and i are pretty sure that the owners son is a crack addict. two kinds of crack, however... crack the drug, and his own butt crack. he ALWAYS wears shorts so low that his butt crack shows 2 inches, which means in the front, guess what is showing... yes, pubic hair. it is very gross.
i have deduced that most men showing their butt cracks around town are also drug addicts.
i figured on on my second day here who the local drug dealer is.
mullets are very popular here. the drug dealer has short hair in the front and gross dirty dreadlocks half way down his back.
my bum cheeks look like two red apples.
if you are an american hippie you either used to live in costa rica or have never left and now own a used book store in tamarindo.
seared tuna that is fresh from the ocean tastes really really good, even if it costs $17 bucks.
i wake up with a major afro every morning.
my bottom lip got sunburnt and now looks like i had collagen injections.
i am pregnant with twins by a tico man.... no wait, that was in cuba...
have a great day!
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