I'm rather surprised what makes a day wonderful. I've always thought of myself as a person hard to please... go figure it is actually the opposite.
As my friends and a whole crew of the most wonderful people I've met are flying back home or going abroad (it will be my turn very soon,) I finally have to bring back memories and remember the most pleasant of days that I've lived lately.
1. In an ordinary Sunday, Vlad and I went to San José and started drinking vodka. By the second bottle, it rained, so we went to Parque Morazán and talked about our lives. The emotions were really intense, and the way home was an odyssey as Vlad was behaving recklessly and we ended up breaking a bottle of wine. It was a big blur, and it was perfection.
2. To Sage's farewell party, we went clubbing. We drank, we danced, and thanks to Vlad's inventive nature, we ended up shirtless. What a night!
3. After Vlad and Sage had left, all that was left for me was work and arrangements for my trip. I had to pick up my flight ticket one Thursday after my morning shift. Diana was in the office, so we had lunch and talked about life. Talking to Diana is always amusing. Then I went back to the office and I could smoke with Michael and Marco. I wouldn't ask for better company than my favorite German guy and the most irreverent tico I've met. Then, the afternoon brought beer with my best friends from college; it was bliss so far. I left the bar really sad, but before going to my night shift, Mar and I bought her web camera so that we could skype when I'm in London. I went to work thinking that I would hate my night, and then one of my students gave me a book about the Costa Rican character that awakened the passion for my roots. I went home feeling that I wouldn't trade my life for anyone's, but the day wasn't over. I had the change to talk to Vlad before going to bed. That was about all what my day needed.
