The Day After

Yesterday was my last day at work. Leaving a job that provides stability to venture off into something totally foreign to me, with definite instability is, in one word: frightening. However, I am confident in the thought I've put into this and it all still feels right to me. It's a waiting game for me right now. I'm in limbo for the next week until I step off the plane in CR because I honestly have no idea what to expect.

I received information about the family I'll be staying with and I got the "address" of the house as well. Apparently, Quepos doesn't believe in street names or numbers. The actual address of the house translates to "in front of the public school." Um, what? I'm still trying to understand how anyone gets any mail in the city. The directions came with a hand drawn map and turn-by-turn instructions using landmarks instead of street names. But hey, I'm used to that coming from Boston. Usually it's "Go past two Dunkin' Donuts, turn left at the homeless guy, at the Starbucks go right and it's the third one way street on the right". So, it's really no stretch for me to find my way around like that. One thing that I was psyched about were the waves that were drawn in the map; it looks like I'm mere seconds away from the water. What more could you ask for?