Do I really need to go home?
Some months ago I still didn't consider this my real life. It took me time to get in to all of this, and I also think I thought it was easier to always think of this as my year off. Well it's not anymore. I'm not on vacations. I'm not that fascinated anymore that I almost cry by seeing monkeys, dolphins, trees, sting rays etc. Don't get me wrong, I still consider all of this amazing, it's just that it's a part of my daily life now.
And how do I live without that?
The rice and beans? The cold shower in the morning? The school uniform? The warming sun while waiting for the schoolbus? Seeing all my friends at school? Not really having to study? Sneeking in in front of everybody in the terrible lunchline? Rice and beans? The brushing of your teeth next to the rest of the school after lunch? That heat that almost kills you in the middle of the day? The fact that the schoolbus is always leaving when you're having most fun? Talking to Anita, Hellen, Kevin or Laura all afternoon? Watching the babypigs and feeding them from a bottle? Telling the dogs how they have to stop rolling in the dirt but that they're cute anyways? More rice and beans? Having to sleep before nine to survive the next day in school?
And of course, the beach, the trips, the weeks and weekends with some of the most wonderful persons in the world. The scubadiving and the occasional surfing (haha didn't happen that often). The nights at Las Brisas, the salsa, the times I dance with Mateo in school, and the evenings I stay at La Paz after gymnastics dancing on my own. Every day getting to know new persons, learning new things about Costa Rica and ticoculture and always learning more spanish. The freedom. The happiness. La pura vida.
I just can't, I just can't leave this. But let's face the truth, I can't stay forever either.
