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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
| ...off to somewhere, who knows where. Puntarenas was fine. Like the place I always stay in. Good to visit Naomi and Sandra in Jacó. Grecia has been fine too. Hostel is nice; town is nice. Got chance to visit Sarchí for first time after 40 years. I don't really remember our visit there; although I may have bought gifts. Nice stroll around the botanical gardens. So every little thing is nice... Piss on it. I've been stressed, distraught and depressed. Not the trip I had planned. Making the best of it? Sure. But I'm not happy. I still cannot figure out my Tico friends. I'm no longer sure what motivates them. Such conflicting signals. At least the cats I have met have been friendly. Where to now? I dunno. Got 10 more days, a couple if people to see... I'd be happier if I were flying out now except there are fires in the West U.S. and that usually means smoke in the air and having difficulty breathing. No, I'm not happy. |
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