It’s close to midnight as I am writing this from the balcony of a hostel in Bocas del Torro. I am watching a group of about 15 kids just goofing around below being kids. I am also watching people as they walk to and from the main carnival that is going on in the city…
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Mar
08
One week in… the highs & lows.
Mar
03
Toto, I’ve a feeling I’m not in Kansas any more.
These last 48 hours have been short of amazing; they have been a roller coaster of emotion. It started with my friends picking me and driving me to the airport. After saying good-bye to them and actually being alone in the airport, it hit me “wow this is it”. Then it was the countless hours…
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