I am in Costa Rica right now.

I Arrived last night, on a 3 hour late flight, American Airlines is always late always or broke at something,  thank god the hour is back a few hours when I arrived. I got this creepy guy staring at me , we shared an entire aisle, He put a blanket under my head when I was sleeping. I watched BECOMING JANE with my neck strained, without headphones. I just can´t waste 2 bucks for something I use once and they sell headphone for 2 dollars. For all the delay we should have gotten headphones free!! Wow, that actress sure got old, the one who starred in Devil Wears Prada but there are two beautiful boy actors.

Arrived and paid for a taxi ticket at airport and got a nice cab and looked around at all the mountains and forest. Its tropical, all the lights of the city lit up, and the taxi driver sped I was so scared.



Today was Warm, rainy, and the streets are polluted with non muffler cars. I see it. I see students sitting in grass, fat ladies eating generic KFC, people selling tshirts with Lindsey Lohan´s face on them, guys with no teeth, little pygmie looking people, pretty girls with bad skin, and the food is awful. Really bad I saw people eating these tostones filled with melted hot caramel or dulce de leche. Mc Donalds is about the only clean place to eat in San Jose. That is not true only on the main downtown drag, strip malls and cheap looking people. I am like a zillionaire compared to these people.  There is really fancy stuff here but not in this area. Escazu is the nice part, but you need a car to be around there. I might move there.

I will post soon`photos, of Costa Rica. I cannot do it now in a hotel internet room, uploading and cropping, lightening, colorizing etc takes forever and I want you to see nice photos. Here in the room there are brochures of things to do, cruises, expeditions to see monkeys, rafting, beaches etc. There is a clay water jug next to this computer and paintings of village people above my head.

SO this is photo free entry for now.

I am in San Jose, the not so nice part. Maybe I will move to a nicer hotel. This hotel is actually super nice. Just bad area.

Well, one side of town  is, its like Flagler or Downtown Miami but worse. People sell stuff on towels on the sidewalks and wait til you see this bum with a -garbage bag skirt -photo I took! The bums here are , they are lower then animals because no animal would allow themselves to be that dirty, not even pigs!

I get more cable, free internet and better service than I do here at Hilton Family hotels in the USA. I get picked up in a limmo for free if I want to see a dentist and everybody treats me like a movie star.

SPANISH tv is a blast I love Spanish E! I get fruit smoothies and salads  ¨¨on the house¨¨ delivered to my door, and phone calls to see if <I need anything, a maid came to help me walk somewhere. ( I gave her a 20 dollar tip, I had no idea in colones that is like 60 dollars)

ANYWAYS what I am excited about is tonights SURVIVOR MICRONESIA, did anyone see the STUNT AMAMDA PULLED ? That is as crazy as James having two immunity idols and not playing them and being voted out. This girl got the last laugh. On everyone and we know who is her friend now, she is a powerful force. She stole an imunity idol and begged for votes and knew she had it and everyone voted her out and she played it and the vote she cast was for her arch enemy who left so SHOCKED and the jury was laughing and everyone had their mouth dropped.

Anyways American Idol is hetting juicy after Paula´s shocking blooper that now makes it look like their opinions are scripted, or maybe just hers is. SO I got to go, and then LOST is on. SO I have a busy night here on Paseo COLON in my bed with my knife and oranges that are sour and watermelon.

I am going to go to Butterfly Gardens in Costa Rica.

Its not scary here anymore, its not. I feel really safe, where am I CENTRAL AMERICA? Costa Rica is really touristy and friendly. I see lots of green socialism here too. Families, adventurers..Outside this door the lobby guys are watching tv and discussing in Spanish some show.

I saw CLASSIC ARTS cable station, I love that channel! I saw a Louise Brooks film short, and Mikhail Baryshnikov and all this wonderful stuff like films that are so hot with beautiful music and classical music.

Who Am I talking to? Its so hard to be honest, and not only that, its hard to tell the real truth and the ones you can do that with are cool for accepting me. I used to tell the truth all the time without people asking me, I do not lie, I just dont volunteer info and if pressed I get out of it by being vague. I guess its how people are and If I want to be successful I have to be like those I admire who keep secrets and protect themselves. Its very lonely and well, who needs others anyways.
TILA´S SHOW IS THE HIGHEST RATED SHOW ON MTV EVER
 


HAVE A LITTLE CRUSH ON KATE BOSWORTH IN THE MOVIE 21






LAST NIGHT LOST WAS AMAZING, KATE´S BABY WE THINK IS SAWYERS IS ACTUALLY THE BABY FROM THE ISLANDS,
THE BLONDE GIRLS ONE, NOT LIKE THE FLASHBACKS TO THE FUTURE WERE MADE TO BELIEVE AND ALSO
HURLEY TOLD JACK WE ARE ALL DEAD AND HOW HE GOT A VISITOR AND TOLD JACK HE WOULD BE GETTING ONE TOO AND THE NEXT DAY JACK SAW HIS DEAD DAD. THEN HE FOUND OUT KATE IS SEEING AND LYING ABOUT SEEING SAWYER AFTER HE ASKED HER TO MARRY HIM, WOOOOWW THE REKNOWNED INTRGITY SURGEON MARRIES THE FUGITIVE CONVICT MURDERER CHICK, IT PROVES FEMALE BEAUTY OVERCOMES ALL OBSTACLES.




Friday in COSTA RICA, SAN JOSE

Raining- I just saw a police riot with students protesting. There is a school and all these schoolkids, throgns of them in little shirts and skirts looking so beautiful. My camera phone died. I saw newsteams and everything. Public school teachers protesting, anything public is like low class welfare work. I agree. Public anything is a disaster. There were kids in slipknot t shirts with bandanas over their faces-scary, I saw lots of guns and batons and cops with shields. I should go back huh? But its raining

SO much action.
 
I was walking, among Costa Ricans,  and I met a banker, wearing a suit and bank pin, he came out of a meeting, on a street in front of a park. He showed me his card and bank. I guess the only reason I talked to him is because he looked like a businessman and in Costa Rica that is an anomaly. I found it hard to ignore him, because I am all alone and had some questions. He asked if he could walk with such a pretty American. I looked him up and down, I could say he is safe in public. I let him show me around. He showed me the coolest spots of San Jose, this cow parade and all these bizarre shops, we went inside this marketeria and I saw all these gigantic sausages and straneg bizaree foods like boiled potatoes and carrots and people eating with their hands and a strange kind of ketchup called salsa. Imperial beer is the beer here.

I saw lots of cops and lots of leather purses that say Costa Rica on them. I saw cheap jewelry, hanging baskets and typical costa rica tradional dresses hanging on walls. I saw day of the dead statues and paintings of toucans.
I saw food I never saw anywhere else and I took photos. Health is not on the menu. At all.

I felt like I was on MARS. I took alot of photos. People here are aliens to me.
Its raining, today at the doctors they asked me if I wanted a shot for pain and I said NO. I should have said yes because >I kind of like feeling high but I know its not healthy. Last night I took a sleeping pill and it still is affecting me. I had surgery yesterday. I got bigger boobs. There I said it, Its the orginal size I wanted. There I am done DONE with that. And satisfied. I was in and out. I dressed myself and took off, I have high tolerance for pain.
I smelled funny for a while, my skin did. Going over to the other side, I must have been happy in my sleep of death.



Earlier in this entry I wrote about how BAD American Airlines is well, look , my fave libertarian wrote about it
I agree keep the governement out and let people run their own business!

Opinion Editorial
The Conceit of the Regulators
By John Stossel
May 2, 2008

Unless the Government watches closely, the airlines will kill you.

That seems to be what many reporters and politicians believe.

“The result of inspection failures and enforcement failure [by the Federal Aviation Administration] has meant that aircraft have flown unsafe, un-airworthy and at risk of lives,” says Rep. James Oberstar, chairman of the House Transportation Committee.

“The FAA has clearly displayed a dangerous and cavalier lack of regard for tough safety enforcement,” says Sen. Hillary Clinton.

And Lou Dobbs of CNN wondered “whether airlines are putting profit ahead of passenger safety.”

Let me get this straight. The only reason airlines care about safety is because of the FAA? So without Government, multibillion-dollar companies would jeopardize millions of passengers by unsafely flying $50-million airplanes?

The media and politicians suggest that airlines would cut corners to make money, but how would that work exactly? Crashing airliners is a route to bankruptcy, not profits.

But air-travel safety has joined mortgage defaults and global warming as “crises” of the month.

Populists in politics and the media get attention by scaring people into thinking the skies are dangerous. The politicians want more power and attention; the clueless media are genuinely scared.

The latest “crisis” was launched when the FAA fined Southwest Airlines, which has an excellent safety record, $10.2 million for missing inspection deadlines. When Rep. Oberstar criticized the FAA for being too close to the airlines, the agency sprung into overreaction. “An industry-wide ‘audit’ commenced, and FAA inspectors set about finding something — anything — to show Mr. Oberstar and other Congressional overseers that the agency was up to the job of enforcing federal maintenance requirements to the letter,” said The Wall Street Journal.

One result was the cancellation of 3,300 American Airlines flights and the stranding of 250,000 passengers over several days while 300 MD-80s were grounded so their wiring could be inspected.

American Airlines then did something rare and even heroic. It criticized the agency that regulates it for suddenly changing inspection procedures in ways that have little to do with safety. “We don’t know what the rules are,” said an American technical crew chief for avionics. Some rules contradict each other, the airline said.

The FAA disputes American’s claims, but The New York Times reports that “John Goglia, a maintenance expert and former member of the National Transportation Safety Board, said that the rules had, in fact, changed. ... The differences in American’s work, he said, were so small that ‘those airplanes could have flown for the rest of their careers and those wires would not have been a problem.’”

What about alarmist claims that the FAA has been lax in enforcing its own procedures? If the claims are true, then where are the bodies? The best evidence that FAA enforcement is unnecessary is to assume it’s been lax — and then to note that airline travel, though busier than ever, has never been safer.

We need to rethink the premise that Government inspections keep us safe.

Clifford Winston and Robert W. Crandall of the Brookings Institution write: “[T]he fundamental problem with most regulation is that the regulatory agency does not have sufficient information, flexibility and immunity from political pressure to regulate firms’ behavior effectively. Fortunately, the market, and in some cases the liability system, provide sufficient incentives for firms to behave in a socially beneficial manner.”

To see who really regulates air safety, do a thought experiment suggested by George Mason University economist Donald Boudreaux, who blogs at Cafe Hayek.

“Suppose that all Government regulation of airlines were abolished today. Does ... Congressman [Oberstar] suppose that airline executives would tomorrow fire all inspectors and maintenance crews, indifferent to the prospect of losing multimillion-dollar assets in fiery crashes?

“Does he not see that airlines with poor safety records would have difficulty attracting customers? Is he unaware that airlines’ insurers have ample incentives to work closely with airlines at keeping air-travel safety at optimal levels?

“In short, is Mr. Oberstar really so dimwitted to think that airlines will be safe only if they are regulated by Government?”

Yes, I think he is.

And sadly, most of his colleagues, and mine, agree with him.

John Stossel is co-anchor of ABC News’ “20/20” and the author of Give Me a Break: How I Exposed Hucksters, Cheats, and Scam Artists and Became the Scourge of the Liberal Media (January 2005) as well as Myth, Lies, and Downright Stupidity: Get Out the Shovel — Why Everything You Know Is Wrong (May 2007), which is now available in paperback.



SATURDAY

Today was strange. I feel, well, hard to describe my day without being able to post photos. I took alot. I saw a lot. I feel, really like this is another planet and people here are animals I am afraid of. Like really, animals. No eye contact, just look ahead.

I walk around and some guys hiss at me, others speak under their breath, women stare. I walked through a park and felt a little invisible. I feel I am in foreign territory.

I stop, get orange juice, get coconut to drink and eat, get papaya and water smoothies, without the sugar please.. I see so many strange things.

Let me tell you the street pollution is not cool. My white jacket is dirty. How much can a muffler cost, whole busses go by and cover me in black soot.

Shel gave me a book his dad wrote, I am reading it and it scares me a little. He said it would help me understand him more. His dad was in a concentration camp. I thought ok cool, easy reading, its NOT easy reading, its scary and very sad. His dad has alot of family values and all he talks about is god and religion and being Jewish. Anyways he was in Crakow concentration camp, I have read about it, elsewhere, pretty harsh. The photo of him looks just like Shel and when I read it I get confused and think its Shel´s writing. Nazis. That´s socialism for you guys. Never a benevolent ending. They were the good guys once, everyone voted for and all the intellectuals praised.

I can´t wait to upload the photos I took. I saw scary things. Herb shops, people and their food, and just aliens.

I sat in the hotel restaurant and had papaya drinks watching a Spanish version of American Idol. Ridiculous. People here in the streets have hair like the guy from Ac DC. Old ladies wear eyebrow lines and lots of lipstick. Babies have rashes all over their faces. Little girls look just very different. Almost like a strange experimental race. I am just not used to it.

I can´t wait to go see the Butterfly garden.

I miss Miami. I do, very much. I miss my real friends, I miss my home. I like it here but am lonely.

I walk the streets and am afraid to cross because their system is crazy, cars speed and when the light is red its just for one side. I saw a health restaurant today but was afriad to cross the street.

I can´t imagine living here. Its so different than home. Home is clean. Here its almost inhuman, the city of San Jose. I did find a park with huge gumbo limbo trees and it was nice to breathe clean air and watch people play soccer and lovers on benches.

Back to my room, back to my nightmare reading. Shel wants me to meet his dad after reading his book, when I come back to Miami. Man, that scares me, he has been through hell and so much pain and loss.

I haven´t spoken to Shel since I left and did not say goodbye to him. I like my space. I do. I still haven´t figured out what it is between us. I just know that now I am in a foreign country I appreciate people who like me, because well, I am all alone and that sucks. I want to be a good person to people. But I also know what I want and what I like. I come first, always.

I have to go with the best. Of myself. My life isn´t for anyone else.

I feel single. I do, and I am not. I have a boyfriend. But I am not sure I want it. Then what is the problem?

I know who I love. I do. I think maybe I will eventualy love Shel. Maybe he is just a friend, to me, but I know he loves me very much and I have to be responsible for it. SOmehow or do I? Am I just being greedy and keeping him there just in case or keeping him for a rainy day or keeping him around but at arms length just to be there for me when I need?

I am aware I am doing this. I guess I am just going to wait and see what happens. I do like being taken out to symphonies and plays. DInners and his place is so very very nice to be in. Anything I want I have, anything I ask for, I get. Gifts, money, you name it its mine.

But I do not want to feel pity.

I want to be the type of girl who has it all and that is having what I want. I know what I want.


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I walked around some more, I feel really strange. I am not sure if its the anti biotics
 ( from surgery) or the lonliness but I feel strange. I felt as if the colors of the sky were not real and the people around me were dead.  I look in the mirror and I look unreal, like a model on a magazine cover, I look different. Walking around I felt as if my vision of the world was going to shut like a window and I would die right there.

Guys here in the street look at me as if I were their property. Not in a nice way at all. ALmost like I am a dirty secret of theirs. I do not share anything with them. Its almost as if I have to be ugly to fit in here. I want to leave San Jose tomorrow and go to the country.

I watched a shirtless, teethless, shoeless guy covered in black eat out of a garbage can by a bustop, I mean, he was eating food that was sitting there all day in the sun.

I really like the tropical jungles of Costa Rica. I will go tomorrow. I like being with other tourists.

I feel sad, I feel like what I am doing in my life is wrong. Relationship wise. I know who I love- and that is the only thing I want- and everything else is just a waste of time, but oh the obstacles before me. I have so much against me. Its tragic how bad I want one man and if there isnt an obstacle, its myself that is. I love him so much and all I think about is him and his beauty, then reality hits. I know what I know- and it hurts.

I feel I am this big contradiction. I want so bad to make my life right to be honest and to be good, and I know what I want.  I guess all I can do is WANT IT.

That is the only thing that makes me happy is wanting it.

I do not want to be on trial with myself, or with my readers. I am who I am. I exist. I make mistakes, I am good, I am this or that, good or bad..I am a mix of me. But I know with all my heart I want to be better and I want to be good and I want to do things right!

Whatever right is to me. I want to do it.

I know what I like.

There are some things I have not figured out and I have lived quite a while. Like for example, ¨What is the best me there is?¨¨

¨What is the best I can get?, the highest I can go, the most I can have?¨¨


I feel so much. I do. I really miss company. I miss my love. I miss his touch. I miss me- I miss my childhood, I miss value and I miss worth and quality.

¨For dinner I had a banana papaya smoothie. Being a fruitarian isnt all that great. I have to admit. SOme days it feels like I just am hungry all the time. Eating greens isnt so bad, its just I cant eat salad dressings, unless totally raw vegan non oil non salt, and when I do eat those bad dressing ones I feel gross.

I couldnt eat any other way, its too late now. I stare at people´s piles of hot food and cant believe they eat that, mounds of rice, shrimps, meat, salads, beans overflowing with sauce. All on one plate. One banana makes me full.

I wish I could be really full the kind of full I want to sleep. But its ok I manage and I do feel the best I could ever possibly feel at my age. Or even younger. I take it for granted though, I do, I forget how tired and bogged down cooked food makes ones mind and soul.


This computer is giving me such a hard time.

I am pretty lucky . I have such good darned friends. Lovers, what not. But there is only what >I want that is important.

I want everything I like.



SUNDAY

Another strange day.

I saw tarantulas and a deer. I also saw the rainforest. I had a fruitarian day excpet for a cappucino in the rainforest. It was a very special occasion and I got really high off it, but paying for it now. A few hives, dehydration and I cannot sleep. But it was worth it.

I miss MBH very much, Shel wrote to me such a kind email and my friend flew in from London to surprise me this morning in my hotel. He flew from London to New York to Miami to Costa Rica and I was so surprised at 9 am to see him downstairs smilng. He is in the middle of a trial and just has a few days to spare.

I realized how terrified I am of men, by having discussions today with him. We are platonic, he is such a sweet person, he is sleeping now. He is very shy with women, only had a two month relationship in his life and his complaint is all women want to get married and I have known him for years. He kind of has a crush on a girl, I think she has a Phd from Princeton or one of those schools I forget, but they are just friends and I listen to him talk about her all the time. He is so brilliant an so smart and into capitalism and we knock Hillary and Barack all night long. He is just so kind.

I was going to say I feel no fear, but I mean to say I FEEL NO FEAR IN SHOWING MY FEAR with him. I am so terrified of any intimacy or closeness with men, its like this thud in my heart skull and mind, a kind of revulsion to any kind of closeness. Like morbid fear. Yes. I act the opposite though, almost as if I am close to men and feel no fear, but its just a reaction to that fear, a making up of something I do not have.

Its true. I am so scared, and its what I want more than anything. I am so freaking scared. We were talking in the rainforest under passion fruit tree while an iguana walked by, about my dad, and how my earliest memory is building up a wall so he could not hurt me emotionally. How my first memory is being focused on protecting my mind from him, from any kind of getting over on me, from looking like a fool or being in his mental control, in no way I ever let that happen.

When I looked at J I felt fear, I felt I wanted to get away. I always feel this. I feel an inner revulsion towards being me, number one, and being real and trying to have any sort of connection with men and protection. Its like I want to give up, or run. I do not do this consciously. I just know I feel I want my space, alot!

That is not to say I do not fall in love, I do very hard, but there is a psychology of me, a reverse thing going on. Something really intense, complicated. A puzzle. The disease is the cure?

Yes I am scared, I am scared of men, I am scared of adults. I am scared of so much, that reminds me of my dad and his hurting me mentally, whether it was his ignoring me or treating me like  he had power over me, which he did, he is my dad..but I never ever liked it. It was like I announced WAR or independance as a child.


I had coconuts, soft jelly, not thai, for breakfast, two , mamoncillos, papayas, bananas and cantaloupe. The cappucino made me ill hours and hours later.

Its not just men, well, women, I am not so scared of, I guess, but do you think there is a freudian thing or some sort of thing I must accomplish to get rid of this fear or obsession to win what I need?

Ok, now I feel I have a mess on my hands. To clean up.  I want my own world free from men.  A part of me wants to reject anything with anybody. 
I want to be the real me, in relationships and with people. I feel I have to be PURE and clean..free, beautiful  and free from what I fear. ¨¨Single¨¨. BUT THAT IS NOT WHAT I WANT AT ALL. OH MY GOD NO!

One may argue that we need to act in moments for protection, but power lies in being honest and one and integral to your being. That is like out of fear trading yourself for a ghost or a character.
Acting is ok, but I find with those I act with I find myself wanting to not be around them or wanting them to leave. Its too much work, and I need my priavte space to be the sacred me I know I am.

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A part of me wants to create a character that is me, I really do. I have a vision of what the perfect woman is.  Its someone good, its someone whole and integral amd just popular and worthy. Respectful and clean. I wish so bad I could be this.

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MONDAY


Guess what? Still in Costa Rica.I had passion fruit, papayas, bananas, lots of smoothies, I watched him eat an enchillada with fried cheese on top- I bought Florida coconuts ( they wouldnt be florida coconuts in Costa Rica now would they?) Sometimes I feel like he is interviewing me, he asks me questions about everything.

I notice in Costa Rica, beautiful young girls, its like love at first sight the way they talk to me, today I had three waitresses flirt with me, for real, I see love in their eyes.
ANything I ask for whereever I am I get girl attention too. Its nice, different.

I saw the dentist today who said when I come back he would do my two front teeth, like veneers shaping and making straight, for free.

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I have a hard time being alone after being out the country. I need to make some real friends, some really beautiful girlfriends to just hang out with and watch movies or something.

I am wearing a KIMONO nightgown dress. I need a makeover. I do. New jewlery new clothes, and just new exercise routine. I know who I want to be and do.

Its funnny finding yourself. Like that is what <I like. I really want to be good at something, I guess being focused on anything you get good at, and I have found something I want to focus on. ( Rather than stuff on tv,  celebrities having things, It girls, or reality shows)

I just know who I am in my mind and its a great person- really impressive, but its not others I have to impress its me. SO instead of my mind just floating everywhere wasting itself in dead ends, I need to look at the Holy Grail, me. I am the answer to everything, and I am the end. Like that Ayn Rand quote, I need no
warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am
the warrant and the sanction.

Today I had this passion fruit it was so good, is MARACUYA passion fruit? There are so many different kinds, this yellow long one has crispy crunchy seeds in it with a sweet sauce. Yummy. I ate a papaya that was so clean, usually papayas are yellow and rotten in the grocery store. This was yellow, shiny and smooth.

I love getting in a cab and telling the driver,
¨¨ Take me to get a COCO FRIO , a pipa!¨¨, and we go all over town looking at fruit stands for the magic coconut you can eat with a spoon the machete man with make for you after you are done drinking it.

I went into a market today. It was packed with chickens, really really bad food, herbs, Jesus Statues next to butcher shops, like our man of the meat, Jesus over the blood and dead, wiping your sins away just cause that is his job, what a worthless job. SOunds like an excuse to do anything to me. its was funny. . LOL. I walked all over town over bridges.

I am happy to go home tomorrow. I have to come back in a month. I am definitely going to the coast next time. Where the rich tourists go and service is amazing.

I hope American isnt delayed because of maintenance problems again. Not only was the flight delayed but once we boarded it after 2 hours we sat there for 3 hours. You have to pay a departure fee when leaving the country. Whose idea was That?
 
I remember I was so scared when leaving Paris because I ran out of money, buying souvenirs. I thought there was a departure tax, but most cities do not have it.

I do not know what I want to do when I arrive home. Clean my place, watch dvds, go out and make friends or go out with my friends. I would like to be taken out. I just don´t like or am scared of being really close to people. I need friends friends, not those who want everything from me. Its my fault I am sure. I am just scared of growing up. Until I moved to Miami, I always had tons of friends. Everywhere. I know it doesn´t sound great, but it was really cool to be part of a network and go to parties and hang out in great places. Just to hang out with people.


SO I cannot sleep and its one am. I looked around San Jose and thought to myself, ¨¨Will I miss Costa Rica?¨¨ I añswered NO. I sat in a Nicaraguan restaurant and had batidos of papaya and banana, they added sugar in it, but I drank it anyways, service was pretty bad. I saw on all the tables pickled vegetables and hot peppers. I ordered a fruit salad and picked at some raw coleslaw. It was right outside a hospital and during the day this hospital is filled with lines of people.

Things are so cheap here, its nuts. Like pennies-

There are so many strange shops with tin roofs and when it rains it is so loud. Like hammers. I have to scream so people hear me when it rains.. Murals of toucans and green leaves everywhere. Funky little cars, and every home and business has gates. Tall gates, with barbed wire.

Driving through the country is nice for the mountains but the tin roofs ruin it and make it look really dirty and poor. I saw some guy riding a horse on the side of a road. That was cool. But I am sure a car is better, that looked dangerous. People speed and twice I was in a cab that almost hit a boy and another almost crashed. The cars have no air conditioning. People are everywhere like vermin. In the streets.

I had the two single most exciting Mangos I have ever eaten, these were perfect, rose orange and a little sticky on the outside.