This is a whale skeleton.
Selfie. One of the byproducts of going on vacation by yourself.
I love these tiny local cemeteries.
The way I'm standing in this picture reminds me of when I were little and trying to draw people. I would always have them with their hands behind them so I wouldn't have to draw hands.
Some High Tide friends. Trevor & Cindy from Canada, and Yanic from Germany. Who is tall.
At the Lost&Found hostel in the jungle. I tried to wash my hands and there was every species of moth on this mirror.
I stayed one night at this hostel on the way back to San Jose. The dorm rooms had triple decker bunk beds. The top bunk was ridiculously and dangerously tall. Just when I got all settled in to go to sleep, I pushed my iphone off of the ledge, ha ha. Nothing like a 15 foot drop to test your case's durability.
This was the bus ride up the pacific coast of Costa Rica.
Traveling is a total luxury. But it's worth more than a car loan, worth more than any kind of stuff that fills our homes and garages. It's a special sort of education, one that can only leave you more tolerant and more grateful to be a part of this world.
This place, these people, and what I learned about myself.... all a part of me now.
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