Scented toilet paper is just wrong. Can I tell you this? It's worse than Scented trash bags, which I thought were the absolute Devil. I won't go into it in detail.
That said, I will get any digressions out of the way. Tomorrow is the second to last day of my vacation. I have felt the first twinge of homesickness. I am already day dreaming of my next trip. As I get older and wiser and just a tiny bit more capable of saving for a few months at a time to pull off a change of scenery, my newest discovery is the necessity of planning ahead for weather.
This trip, I took during rainy season. Sunny days are a wild card. You can expect rain every day here at this time of year. When I return it will definitely be around December or February when there is almost zero chance of being rained in.
I am adventurous, but moody. It's a tricky combo. I want to venture out and I don't mind risking a little bit of discomfort like wet clothes, walking in the rain, sweating on a beach. The factor at play is money and mood. If I had a lot of money, I would pay someone to drive me to around. I would save time. I have only a medium amount of money, though, so, I do need to take the bus and walk sometimes to balance out paying for the special stuff when it really counts. This brings us to "last day of vacation and it's raining. I'm in paradise, what do I do?"
I really don't want to be all the way near Panama and not get my feet into the sand here. I was very close today, but chickened out when I would have had to wade through waist high water to get to the sand bar. There were too many people fishing and having family cookouts for me to trust the murkey water not to have stuff in it that would give me the heebie jeebies. I was CLOSE to doing it, but no cigar.
Speaking of cigars, I have not been allowed to smoke anywhere we have stayed. I have had to walk to the edges of the properties to have a cigarette and have hardly finished one pack since Sunday and it is now Thursday. I have been vaping excessively. On another good note, the nicotine content is too low, but it's getting the job done!
It doesn't smell bad and I am still not allowed to really vape anywhere public, but boy am I glad vaping nicotine exists. I sincerely hope the FDA finds out scientifically once and for all if vaporizing vegetable glycerin is better or worse than actual cigarettes. My guess is yes! Vaping ia the lesser of two evils and possibly~ not evil at all. That is all i have today. Here is to happy and safe travels for me. Here is to scheduling my next vacation around a 90% chance of SUN.
And also to not getting the Zika virus.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
The thing about Facebook is this
The thing about Facebook is this: I don't know who sees my posts and who doesn't. As it pertains to me, I am so excited to share my photos and my thoughts that I often feel as though I have nothing to say to people when I see them in 3 dimensional format.
Do I have to preface my story, or can I start half-way through as to not bore a person with things they already know? And if I carefully assume I should be explicit and tell all of my stories in perfect chronology, amy I not patronizing them?
I take a chance at offending people every time I bust out and say something. I am a bust-out-and-say-stuff kind of person. It used to be part of my Charm and was probably the reason I acquired so many friends. I am going to say what I am thinking--even if you are a stranger--especially if it's not small talk and especially if it's personal, in a good way.
I want to know about people and things. I want to know why you carry yourself a certain way. I want to find out if my presumptions are true about you. And things.
So here is something interesting to me:
I am in central America right now a few hours north (east) of Panama. It's incredible to me because the miracle of affordable flight and groupon, I am able to be basically in the rainforest blogging. And if I wanted, I could live-stream video of myself talking.
It's so interesting. But the thing is, I am obsessed with this area. It's beautiful beyond dreams, it's frightening the potential of this place for danger. Things are "harder" here because transportation is time consuming at best and costs a fortune at worst. Better yet, the worst part is these scary mountain roads and cliffs, good God, because you could fly off the edge or careen into a ditch avoiding a tractor trailer passing someone around a curve.
I won't get into that. I am a scaredey cat to the max! I am scared to walk down stairs, but not that afraid of public speaking.
Like I said, I will approach and speak to anyone as long as my purpose and curiosity are strong enough.
But I digress. I think all of my friends should know where I am and what I am doing because I posted it on Facebook with geo-tags. Yet, somehow 3 of my best friends texted me and one of them called. The rule is not to call or text, rather use fb chat or an international SMS application to do Wifi calls. Or Skype if anyone has that anymore.
I hear the waves crashing. My boyfriend is asleep. And I am blogging into the void.
I want to come back to Central America very soon. I am already hoping to book a flight and stay at the same hotel we were just at for the past few days. This place is pretty nice, but the place before was more resort-like and more earthy and plus, there was a cat! And probably at least 30 monkies.
I can't wait. I want to have a winter home here. And no, actually, I am not going to announce my exact location, and take the fun out of it for you. You can ask me though, on the phone or come to my house and I will tell you all about the details.
Facebook doesn't give you everything. As much as social media helps me learn and as much as it makes it easy to reach out to people; I prefer talking and spending time with people more. But how do I do this when, like me, several if not most of my close friends are Facebook-only? If they're addicted also, if I break my Facebook compulsion, I am breaking ties with some of them. It's quite a debacle, really.
You may only see me taking trips and taking selfies, but that's because you're only seeing me through a neck-up photo session. I saw a picture of myself yesterday that made me cringe because I am so out of shape. The Internet provides these filters through which I allow you to see me, but what if my perception is is incorrect and you misinterpret that?
What if I am an Internet jerk?
Do I have to preface my story, or can I start half-way through as to not bore a person with things they already know? And if I carefully assume I should be explicit and tell all of my stories in perfect chronology, amy I not patronizing them?
I take a chance at offending people every time I bust out and say something. I am a bust-out-and-say-stuff kind of person. It used to be part of my Charm and was probably the reason I acquired so many friends. I am going to say what I am thinking--even if you are a stranger--especially if it's not small talk and especially if it's personal, in a good way.
I want to know about people and things. I want to know why you carry yourself a certain way. I want to find out if my presumptions are true about you. And things.
So here is something interesting to me:
I am in central America right now a few hours north (east) of Panama. It's incredible to me because the miracle of affordable flight and groupon, I am able to be basically in the rainforest blogging. And if I wanted, I could live-stream video of myself talking.
It's so interesting. But the thing is, I am obsessed with this area. It's beautiful beyond dreams, it's frightening the potential of this place for danger. Things are "harder" here because transportation is time consuming at best and costs a fortune at worst. Better yet, the worst part is these scary mountain roads and cliffs, good God, because you could fly off the edge or careen into a ditch avoiding a tractor trailer passing someone around a curve.
I won't get into that. I am a scaredey cat to the max! I am scared to walk down stairs, but not that afraid of public speaking.
Like I said, I will approach and speak to anyone as long as my purpose and curiosity are strong enough.
But I digress. I think all of my friends should know where I am and what I am doing because I posted it on Facebook with geo-tags. Yet, somehow 3 of my best friends texted me and one of them called. The rule is not to call or text, rather use fb chat or an international SMS application to do Wifi calls. Or Skype if anyone has that anymore.
I hear the waves crashing. My boyfriend is asleep. And I am blogging into the void.
I want to come back to Central America very soon. I am already hoping to book a flight and stay at the same hotel we were just at for the past few days. This place is pretty nice, but the place before was more resort-like and more earthy and plus, there was a cat! And probably at least 30 monkies.
I can't wait. I want to have a winter home here. And no, actually, I am not going to announce my exact location, and take the fun out of it for you. You can ask me though, on the phone or come to my house and I will tell you all about the details.
Facebook doesn't give you everything. As much as social media helps me learn and as much as it makes it easy to reach out to people; I prefer talking and spending time with people more. But how do I do this when, like me, several if not most of my close friends are Facebook-only? If they're addicted also, if I break my Facebook compulsion, I am breaking ties with some of them. It's quite a debacle, really.
You may only see me taking trips and taking selfies, but that's because you're only seeing me through a neck-up photo session. I saw a picture of myself yesterday that made me cringe because I am so out of shape. The Internet provides these filters through which I allow you to see me, but what if my perception is is incorrect and you misinterpret that?
What if I am an Internet jerk?
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