Back in the USSR…. er USA

Yup. So I’m back in the US of A. Not home exactly, but back in the land of 3 rows in the grocery store worth of electrical cleaning supplies when all I want (and can’t find) is a decent scrub brush and some bar laundry soap, of expensive rent, expensive food, expensive alcohol, and of a million people running around but almost none of them willing to take the time to look you in the face, acknowlegde your humaness, and say hi. But also the land of all my friends and family, and that makes it worth being here.

As i sit in the computer lab in the Des Plaines Community Library and look back at what was Costa Rica to me, or more accurately, what was mastatal to me, since I didn’t really experience Costa Rica after all so much as I experienced one small ingrown community inside Costa Rica,….. I have no words to describe how I feel looking back at mastatal. In many ways it feels unreal, being here and thinking of there. But I know it was real because I so yearn to return. Sometimes.

Really the only way I can describe Mastatal is as my abusive husband. You know one of those guys that some girls go for that’s really good looking, works hard all day, supports her well, and you know deep down inside he’s really nice and cares for her. But she has akward bruises she can’t show her friends or boss or anyone from when he gets drunk or angry…… anyways, mastatal is like that. they say it takes a third the time you’re in a relationship for you to get “over” it, whatever that means. To stop thinking about him all the time or wishing to get back together or whatever. So I have two more weeks of longing for Costa Rica……

In the mean time, I’m in Chicago!

More updates regarding that….. later!