Blog Confessional

So , this morning at about 7 Jaime had to make a quick run to the next town over to talk business with one of his parters and invited me to come with him. We pull up and I notice that it was a farm. I thought this was so cool because I have been obsessed with farms forever. So I was walking around , checking everything out, petting the baby cows and then I came across the chicken coop. I have never really had the chance to observe a bunch of chickens before so I was excited to watch them. I immediately noticed one chicken in particular. He was really ugly , had a funny "Bock", and looked like he had gotten into a fight with a bigger , stronger chicken because he had almost no feathers on his neck. I felt kinda bad for him. The outcast chicken. He looked lonely and sad, all by himself in the corner of the coop.I just stood there and watched him and the others for about another half hour and by the time we were ready to leave I felt I really had a connection with the outcast chicken. We could relate, in many ways, to eachother. Jaime and his friend walked out of the house and towards me when his friend began pointing towards the coop. As they walked over his friend bent over and picked up an empty rice sack off of the ground. "No....?" Oh yes. He went into the coop, looked around for a few seconds and grabbed my new friend by his pathetic little neck, stuffed him into the sack and handed him to me.I think this was meant to be a welcome gift. I held him all the way home, in my lap, trying so hard to radiate love and calm through my finger tips, through the rice sack and into him. I will spare you all the gory details of his death, however you do need to know that we ate him for lunch.......and he was really good. I feel horrible......So how many Hail Mary's ?

Nueva Ojos

I wish I was good enought with words to give you an accurate mental picture of how beautiful it is here but I don´t think even Shakespeare could do that. I wake up every morning at 5:30 am to the sound of birds chirping and roosters crowing. I sit up and I can feel the cool morning mountain breeze on my face and smell the fruit growing on all of the trees. Right outside of my bedroom door leads to the garden where I have a front row view of the beautiful mountains and the volcano lit up by the sun rise.I love Costa Rica. I have never loved anywhere more and I don´t think I ever will. America will never be the same to me.

The First Day of the Rest of my Life

It's 4 am and I can't sleep. When my flight leaves in 6 hours I will be leaving everything and everyone I know and love behind and recieving a new home, freinds, a new family and I have no idea what to expect. Anxiety, fear, excitement, curiosity, wonder and pride fill me. And, as much as I hate it....... it's time to grow up. This should be fun.....not easy. But nothing worth doing ever is......right?

The Story

"All of theese lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But theese stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true........ "
~Brandi Carlile