Saturday Rita came to the hostel and Monday morning I finally said goodbye to Waterfall Hostel. Sad but good to get out. Yeah.
This is how my Monday went.
Woke up at 6.
Got on a bus at 8 from the hostel back to David. 20minutes.
Took a bus 1.5hours to the border.
Walked across the border and lost an hour entering Costa Rica.
Took a bus another 2 hours from Paso Canoas to Golfito.
Took the water taxi 1.5 hours from Golfito to Puerto Jimenez.
Made to Jimenez just in time for the Collectivo.
Rode the collectivo for 2.5 hours to Carate.
Got to the Jungle Camp for Jorge´s birthday and they aren´t having the party until Saturday. But they gave us a birthday dinner anyway and were very happy to see us. 
Spent 2 days in Carate, visited the new people at the project. It is crazy how much the beach has changed in the two months since I left. The lagoon opened up to the ocean.
Riding the collectivo in I heard the howler monkey over my Ipod and suddenly felt very excited, happy and home. Then two almond trees filled with bright red Scarlett Macaws. After leaving the Osa you realize how amazing that place is, the wildlife is literally EVERYWHERE. Nothing like it. I probably took it for granted being there because it became so familiar, brushing my teeth watching the monkies go by.
Today we left Jimenez at 5am and finally arrived in San Jose at 3:30. Freezing! It is freezing here. the window next to my seat was loose and was so fucking noisey the entire way and I couldn´t sleep and I´m about to do it all again tomorrow morning heading to Nicaragua.
This happened awhile ago in Panama City but I feel the need to share.
When I was staying at Mamallena hostel, there was this guy from Finland there, Denny. As far as I could tell he had been in Panama City for at least two weeks already and all he did everyday was wake up around 2 in the afternoon, play online poker, order sushi, go out drinking and repeat. I really didn´t talk to him much. Dana and I left for San Blas and five days later, there was Denny, same as ever.
We went out that night and as we are walking to the bar, already drunk, or at least I was, Denny comes up beside me and says ¨This might sound creepy, but you are beautiful when you sleep¨. It was a bit creepy but we did sleep in the same room and I must admit I probably watched him sleep a bit as well (he wore earplugs, probably to help him sleep until 2), but I wouldn´t say he was beautiful when he slept.
Anyway, he continued, very seriously I might add, ¨You have the most amazing ass¨. Thanks Denny. ¨No really, you could make some serious money off your ass...(and this part confuses me a bit)...if you just organized it.¨
What does that mean? If you just organized it? I can assume what he meant but still. I just laughed and must say felt pretty damn good about myself for the rest of the night.
Later at the bar I was talking to this other guy and he went to the bar to get a drink and Denny comes up and asks where the guy went and I said he was coming back and then he laughs and says ¨Oh good, it would be such a shame to let that ass go to waste tonight.¨
Thank you Denny.
A First:
I shot a gun today. Shotgun to a tree (really sorry tree!). It didn't hurt. I was nervous, pulled the trigger and had some intense ringing in my ears. I must admit, it was pretty fucking cool. And I wanted to do it again.
Currently:
I am staying at Waterfall Hostel outside of David in Panama. I am fixing their jukebox. And by "fixing" I mean reorganizing the entire thing. Picking 100 cds, writing out the track listings and burning the cds. It is taking a hell of a long time. But it's fun and very very rewarding when you pick a number and the right song actually comes on.
I will forever be the girl that saved the jukebox and the Pool Bar at Waterfall. It will be a proud day when I am done.
And that is my life right now.
