In which I return to the motherland
Jan/091
Did you know I was 1/4th Costa Rican? It’s true. Sometimes I even forget though because I am white as fuck and speak less Spanish than Hitler. The reason I bring this up is because I am writng this from the airport on my way to Costa Rica for a week. Updates will be sparse, but I’ll try to get a few in about the trip. I’m supposed to zipline down a mountain which could turn out to be quite the adventure when you consider I HATE rollercoasters, but we’ll see. I have mixed feelings about the trip because I hate leaving Wisconsin, but I am pretty pumped to go in the ocean again. I miss the ocean (even if it is the stupid Atlantic and not the far superior Pacific). I’ll be back, but just in case something happens please buy my son’s book; Dreams of My Father: A Story of Race and Awesomeness.
Drink up.
1:44 pm on January 25th, 2009
I just realized Costa Rica doesn’t come anywhere near the Atlantic. It actually touches the Pacific and the Caribbean. What does this mean? I’m an idiot.