As it turns out, I’m a terrible blogger. My posts are highly irregular and way too long when they do come…with the exception of this one. I am in San José, Costa Rica. More details to come when I find the time to catch up. As it turns out, solitude is harder to come by than one might think. Or maybe I have been looking in the wrong places!?!
This is my last night in the city and I have never been more excited about a bus ride to Buenos Aires that could be anywhere from 3 – 5 hours. I’m preparing for the worst…just in case. Costa Rican transport has been decent and cheap, but hasn’t fully earned my full trust yet. The jury’s still out on that one, but maybe they’ll come back in tomorrow.
Anyway, better posts to come…including a backlog of material that I’ve pressed “Save Draft” on because I wasn’t ready for the level of commitment that “Publish” entails. My travels and the people I’ve met give me an unfamiliar yearning to become a writer. This is a new desire for me, perhaps attributed to interesting conversations with a wide variety of people, from Orange County, California to San José, Costa Rica to…all over the world really. Or more simply, it might have been inspired by unemployment or the used bookstore I was in today. Who knows? Anyway, no intentions of following through on this spontaneous passion, or at least not yet. Enough spontaneity in my life for now. Or I’ll at least wait until I come up with a storyline more intriguing than an autobiographical one.
Okay, I guess that was longer than I had anticipated…
