We’re back in our comfortable apartment – the place we’ve called home for the past 2 months – for the last time. Costa Rica showed us a proper goodbye, complete with a 2-mile, dirt road walk at dusk in the pouring rain to our favorite open-air bar/restaurant, Kattia’s.
We met some of our closest friends here for dinner and a few last cervezas. We spent the last of our money. I spent the last of my smiles. At least for a little while.
There are so many people to whom we didn’t say goodbye. And the truth is, most of them won’t miss us much at all. They’re used to seeing people come and go.
I’m overcome. I saved my tears for now, while Erin’s in the shower and I should be finishing up my packing. I’m never on-time, anyway. I’m not sure what I’m going to do when I get home. Figure it out, I guess. Plan the next trip.
We have many more stories to share from our trip here – from our waterfall rappelling adventure to the best tacos in the entire frickin’ world, it’s coming soon. But now I need to try to chase my sleep, even though I know the race is fixed. It’s an early morning tomorrow and a long day of travel.
My body’s beat, and my emotions are raw. I’ve never experienced the two spectrums of happiness and sadness at such simultaneous extremes, and it scares me a little.
We’ll see what happens, no? Thanks for sticking around.
We’ll miss you, Bagaces – and the rest of you. You know who you are.