It feels so good to sweat. I feel like my entire body is thawing out. My clothes are still chilled with cold, Boston air. Less than five minutes in the airport and the sandals were on.
It feels so good to speak Spanish. Talked my way into passing through the special immigration line for nationals. The security guard says “this is very exclusive, for special people… but it’s okay”. How cool did I feel sauntering by all those sad, stressed out North American tourists waiting in line.
It feels so good to see green things growing. I may be in San Jose, surrounded by dirty air and crowded streets but even on the descent I was getting giddy at the sight of green mountains.
I’m completely exhausted but afloat on the energy of joy. This is it. THIS is what I’ve been waiting for. It was sad to say good-bye and I promise to miss you, maybe tomorrow, but right now I’m content and could only be happier if I were in La Violeta.
1 comment:
can't be any boston cold air left on those clothes. The ppl demand an update to this blog.
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