I arrived in Santa Cruz de la Sierra late late on February 5th, or perhaps early early on February 6th. By three in the morning, I had completed a visa application, paid $135 US, collected my luggage and gained entry into Bolivia. My dear cousins Sergio (Ovando d'Avis) and Yovana (Ovando Eterovic) were waiting patiently [...]
I am, of course, no longer in Costa Rica. I have, in fact, been gone from its fair shores for over two weeks. I would like, all the same, to attempt some consideration of my time there, my January.
I write this first and with certainty: I was home in Tamarindo. My apartment with Sarah in [...]
Packed away in some box in the basement of my childhood home is a well-worn copy of The Paper Crane by Molly Bang. I loved this book as a child and could rightly claim that I still do. The story was classic and darling and, perhaps more importantly, I have always loved art in cut [...]
I miss the sunset, and the sundowners.
I miss the surfing, and I miss two sundowners.
And I'm sorry, Ashleigh, but the mustache was brilliant, and I miss that, too.
We Grupo Did It, Grupo Do-It.
Hold me, Eric, and tell me we can always go back.
I am located presently in the city of Santa Cruz de la Sierra in the nation of Bolivia.
The following is excerpted from my real physical journal (Moleskine, naturally), written on the bus from Nosara to San José on February 4th, 2010, resisting the difficulties of dying light and asphalt vibrations:
Crossing the pass to [...]
I am pictured above on the morning of my departure from the United States, on January 4th, 2010. My mother took this photograph in our house in Hamilton, Massachusetts.
I appear to have many possessions with me—two bags-full, in fact—and such is true. I had to choose those items such as socks, shirts, books, electronics, [...]
My celestial honor guard sways with each step and washes away on every warm wave.
I stood for long moments, minutes innumerably finite, with my feet in the nighttime rhythms of the Pacific and my head craned upward toward the stars. My gaze wheeled among the constellations and I considered my life and your life [...]
