Day 10, Monday May 19, 2008

"There is...a house... in New Orleans... they call it the Spurs dynasty's grave..."

Spurs are going home tonight. I guarantee you that. $5 right now. Daniela won’t talk to me fro awhile, but I’m in Costa, so eh. Hehe.
Anyways, so I seriously wanted to bash a few dogs’ faces in this morning. Still do actually. They definitely got my day off on the wrong note. Barking, yipping, squeeing, right outside my window pretty much from 5 a.m. on, and I could not get to sleep again.
Instead of sleeping, I walked all the way up the top of the hill we live on, where Dale and Daniel went when they skipped out on partying and those times. I have no idea how they found their way up there, it was totally just a trek through the mini-jungle, I thought it would be walking up stairs. When I finally got to the tall steel barred fence and the barbed wire around it that the guys told me about, they had also talked about one hell of a view, so I sort of climbed up a tree and used it to jump over the fence and then I walked around a bit until some (smaller) guard dogs found me and barked at me as they moved in on me, so I ran back and hopped the fence as fast as I could. But I had seen one hell of a view and couldn’t leave yet. So I waited around until the dogs became more interested in something else, and I hopped (cautiously) back over and moved uphill from the dogs, who were now at the bottom of the hill tearing something apart. Looking around I was extremely impressed by the beautiful view all around me, mountains, Quepos, the ocean, and all with very minimal visual interference. After that the fear of a ginormous dog showing up got to me and I hopped back over the fence and destroyed the barbed wire, accidentally, as I fell down the hill while attempting to make my way out, the whole time I was smiling and waving at the video camera watching me. But then I fell down the hill. You just can’t help but get hurt in this country. Then I got ready for the day and went out shopping with Dale. For the shopping… let’s just say that I still have no trouble blowing through money in a foreign country. It’s practically a talent actually.
After that we went to class, where everyone discovered fairly quickly, that afternoon classes just totally suck, and I was in a bad mood already since I had hardly slept.
We finally got out and we headed home and stayed there for most of the rest of the night. We FINALLY saw our first (and only) … sad… sunset of the trip. I ran all the way down to the marina and took about 20 pics of it. After the sun finally set, the sky was like fire. Oranges, reds, it was pretty fucking gorgeous. Afterward, I went back home and met our new roommate, Ian, who is from San Diego State in Cali. We showed him the town, but not really. We showed him some I guess though. Then we just smoked outside and chatted it up, while working on our Cubans, until the cigars were finished and we went to Dos Locos for some beers.
At Dos Locos we met another crazy old American guy (apparently that is THE American bar in Quepos, and became more of one once the guys showed everyone else the bar after I left). He said he was a professional photographer and was down with his bodyguard catching the sites and taking pics of the scenery. He kept trying to convince us to go to the Discotecas (he came back, after leaving, 3 times to try and bring us there) and that weireded us out a little bit, but I saw he had been drinking coffee or tea all night, so I wasn’t actually really bothered by this guy.
After Dos Locos we finally went to sleep.