on san jose and being far away

23 September 2011 § Leave a comment

I arrived by bus into San Jose this afternoon after a week of lazing about on the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica, saying mostly no to drugs, dancing, and making chocolate.

Yesterday I took my first ride on a motorcycle. Ever. With a Tico named Edgar, who speaks virtually no English, I raced up a dirt road throug hthe jungle to the top of a mountain which overlooked the coast from Cahuita to Puerto Limon.

Tonight, after I met the other students in my study abroad program, I walked down a street in the big city (after I’d taken a somewhat prper shower, my first in longer than I’m going to admit to you), and stopped near a bar. The Red Hot Chili Peppers blared out into the street. ‘Under the Bridge.’ I didn’t run away.

It was a momentous three minutes of my life. I haven’t listened to the song in nearly ten years, since that terrible cover band butchered it at my best friend’s funeral.

Are you far enough away yet, Sean?

San Jose’s orangeglow is ghetto and authentic. I think I’m going to like it here. A lot.

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