My havaiiana flip flops broke this morning. I was left shoeless and barefoot at work (this is not uncommon for anyone here). Dove into the Lost and Found to scrounge up something, found some glittery gold cowboy(girl) boots which fit a bit big. Clomped around the hostel for an hour or so in them until they baked my feet into empanadas. Returned to bare feet and dark soles. Lunch time came around and forced me to find shoes again (walking the dirty streets of Casco Viejo barefoot = no). This time around I recalled seeing a new pair of rubber flip flops two sizes too small in a bin somewhere. Found them and clambered to Canajagua to buy my $2.50 dollars worth of lunch (it buys you exactly a chicken breast, white rice, and beans oh, and happiness). I am barefoot again and feeling very much like I work at a hippie hostel.
Frisbee practice tonight! This lady needs a pair of cleats and a new pair of sneakers. My old sneakers are starting to hurt my arches and my shins. Shin splints or whatever. It's like a knife is stabbing my shins every time I run.
I had a McDonald's quarter pounder with cheese yesterday as I rushed to the airport to pick up my mom and it left me riddled with guilt and preservatives. The meal, not the ride haha. The drive to the airport was nice and slow and I didn't feel like murdering anybody (the trick to Corredor Sur is to go before, way before rush hour and then snicker at all the traffic on the way back as you drive into the city, traffic free).
I'm going to The Valley this weekend with Tams. We're making our own little long weekend. I asked for Saturday and Monday off from work. Watch me dissappear faster than a plume of smoke. We're going to cook yummy things and gorge on good food, drink red wine under the full moon, hike mountains and hills, trails with wildlife, swim in cold rivers and waterfalls and whatever else you do when you're out in a little town full of local drunks (i.e., become one of them maybe? barefoot and drunk in front of the local bodega).
