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The first week of travels has sadly come to an end. This week's conquest was Costa Rica, and time has been flying.

I made my way from San Jose to Monteverde for a few nights, partaking in horribly boring things like zip lining, acting like superman, Tarzan jumping, and rappelling down 40 meter waterfalls. No big deal.

From there I trekked a mile in torrential sideways rain to get on a bus to Puerto Viejo, in flip flops per true Oregonian style. Baby puke to the foot and no personal space accompanied me while I desperately to get a wink of sleep on the cramped 5-hour bus ride. I had to stop a minute and smile in the midst of misery, soaking to the bone - this is travel, this is what makes it memorable and appreciate when things run smoothly.

Another 5 hour bus ride and I arrived in paradise.
Can't complain when you have nothing to do but soak in the sun, watch surfers, and frolic in the warm Caribbean sea. I got to go to an "open jam" happening at one of the bars, hearing amazing local musicians and watching a group of fire dancers. It was a blast!

Tomorrow I head to Bocos Del Toro in Panama, and I'm so ready to continue this adventure. One country down, four to go!

Could be worse.