5 hours until Brazil!!

Somuch has happened since my lastpost. But first, I must apologize because this posting will be short due to how anciet and retarded this computerand keyboard is. The keys stick and I mean really stick but I have no otheroption so I will have to make do and deal with it....as with most things in Costa Rica. Anyway, in short summary, I have been making good friends in Montezuma andcabuya. I am sad to have left. very sad. but...excited for what come next. Three days ago I was hiking in the CaboBlanco National Park with a few other volunteers. 30 minutes into the 2 hour hike to a prstine beach, I fell and twisted my bad ankle, right one. It frekin´hurt. I shedded a few tears and said a few profanities..but it hurt toomuch to even do that for too long.Gen turned back with me and I hobbled my way home to the farm. I was feeling preety down about my injury for a couple of days. But now, I am better. I ccan walk on it. Though it is still weak and a lil swollen...it is doinggood. I have been hanging out with some crazynomadic street artisans that live their lives like hippies/squatters/freespirits/gluttons. The viewpoints and perspectives from these travellersaresuper wild. Freeer than most free spirits that I have ever met. Montezuma as with most coastal towns here run rampid with drugs. There is a lot of coca and ganja here. And no one even bats an eye to it. It´s just a part of life to make money. People are really poor here. The tourists come for the drugs and so the locals are supported by it. A lot of my tico friends that I havemade here live in shitty rusted tin shacks with no working pipes for water,along the beach ..a great view mind you, or in a tent along the beach. Nomatter how poor the people here are, they still have this great positiveenergy with their everyday living. This is what Pura vida is and they say it everyday as a greeting and goodbye to everybody that passes by. Everyone shows this neighborly love to each other.It´s wonderful and so humbling really. On our last nite in Montezuma, Gen and I got into our first gnarly fight,on the way back to Cabuya. We had no ride back into Cabuya, which was a 7km, so we started walking in the moonlite at 330 am. We were screamingwhile waliking about each others travelling styles and such and somewhere this dready rastafarian tico appears out of nowhere and was shocked at our behavioir to each other and kept trying to calm us down by saying things like ¨Don´t fight! Fuck! Why you fight for! What the point! Look where you are. It beautiful here. Fuck!¨Anyway, long story short, we all walked and talked into the sunrise and eventaully forgave. We thanked the tico and split at the fork of the road in Cabuya and got back to the farm half an hour before the bus came to take us here now. Which is Alejuela. We travelled and sleptall day yesterday. We took buses and ferrys, and taxis. We atre staying at Margarita´s place, which is a great home/ hostel-like place that was recommended to me by Mary. Margarita is like an Abuela. She cooks forus 2 times a day. She is always wearing an apron and always talks in this comforting mom way. Her home is just as comfortable. Anyway, that´s all for now. We are 10 minutes away from the airport and will be leaving in a fewhours. Fernando, my brazilian friend in Cali, is having his sister and friend to come and meet us at the airpot in Soapaola. I hope all is well with everyone! Pura vida! xoxo