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Traveling by the seat of my pants, with no reservations, plans, or agenda; I always expect a few bumps in the road.  As we traveled on the shuttle bus towards Santa Theresa, I marveled at the beautiful lush green landscape of Costa Rica.  As time quickly faded into the past, we arrived at our destination with only one goal in mind; to find a place to sleep.  The other travelers and I quickly bonded while we searched from place to place. It was two days before New Years; desperation was slowly creeping in as the sad news that every suitable accommodation was filled.                                                                                                                    

The only available place to stay was a shady campground, complemented by two old shabby tents.  The clock was ticking, so we decided to grab what we could, store our backpacks and continue the search.  Finally, a reservation never showed, we lucked out with a beautiful seaside cabin.  Reveling in our good fortune, we sipped Imperial on our porch to the great conversation of travel.                                                                                                                                                  The question of “should we or shouldn’t we hit the town tonight” came up, and me, being a pioneer of pleasure, was able to persuade one of my comrades to join me for a few drinks in town.  As we walked the dusty dirt roads, it was clear that the booming commercialization had yet to make its way to Santa Theresa.  The Day and Night bar, located right on the beach, was a happening place filled with open travelers seeking stories, friendship, and romance.  It wasn’t long before we were chatting up three cute Tico girls.  The language barrier was quickly broken down by openness, alcohol, and the desire to reach out and make new friends.     

 She caught my eye right away with her soothing presence and adorable brown eyes.  Eyes speak the language of the soul; they will tell you everything you need to know about someone.  Hers told me of subtle passion and longing for fleeting love.  Before the night ended, we were exchanging soft passionate kisses under the radiant glow of the moon and the twinkles of the stars.  Her big luscious lips entranced me in delight as we enjoyed the embrace of fresh love.  The day’s long desperate search ended in the perfection of a first kiss; telling my being to never stop moving toward the unknown horizon before me.  It’s the pursuit of what I do know or expect that fills me with enchanting beauty.  Being pleasantly surprised each step of the way; I take nothing for granted, each moment in time lingering forever in my traveling heart.    

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Today, I thought I would share some interesting Paulo Coelho Quotes from an Interview:  “I look at life, using the metaphor of the journey, as a caravan: I know neither whence it came, nor where it’s going.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 “I like to use the term alchemy, which is the soul of the world, or those of Jung’s collective unconscious.  You connect with a space where everything is.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       “Omens are a language, it’s the alphabet we develop to speak to the world’s soul, or the universe’s, or God’s, whatever name you want to give it.  Like an alphabet, it is individual, you only learn it by making mistakes, and that keeps you from globalizing the spiritual quest.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                “I think the big danger of madness is not madness itself, but the habit of madness.  What I discovered during the time I spent in the asylum is that I could choose madness and spend my whole life without working, doing nothing, pretending to be mad.  It was a very strong temptation…”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      “’I can’t go on living like this. Because I lost my job at the newspaper, I’d lost my friends and had to give up the theatre…I closed the door to my bedroom and started destroying the whole room, my books that I loved so much…my records, every remnant of the past.They phoned another doctor… When he arrived, he opened the door and confronted all that destruction.  I thought they’d take me straight back to the asylum…I heard him ask me calmly, smiling, ‘What happened here.’ ‘Don’t you see? I’ve wrecked everything’ I told him.  And without batting an eye, answered, ‘Well done! Now that you’ve torn everything to bits, you can start a new life.  You’ve done exactly what you needed to do, no more, no less, you’ve destroyed a negative past in order to embark on a positive future.

 

Paulo Coelho recites one of his favorite poems by Jorge Luis Borges:

 

I will not be happy now.  It may not matter.

There are so many more things in the world.

Any random instant is as crowded

And varied as the sea.  A life is brief, and though

The hours seem long, there is another

Dark mystery that lies in wait for us-

Death, that other sea, that other arrow

That frees us from the sun, the moon, and love.

The happiness you gave me once and later

Took back from me will be obliterated.

That which was everything must turn to nothing.

I only keep the taste of my own sadness

And a vain urge that turns me to the Southside,

To a certain corner there, a certain door.

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The devastating combination of tequila, Jager, and Guaro…I’m an insatiable fanatic for life; loving all things good and most things bad.  People tell me, time and time again, that I have no limits when it comes to pleasure. My last night in Tamarindo is a true testament to this statement.  We decided to start the night off right and hit our favorite restaurant in Tamarindo, Bruno’s, located on a beautiful balcony patio over looking the city.  My two new best friends, Jon and Sage, joined me for a wonderful dinner while watching the sunset.  In a Zen like manner, I tasted every bite of my Alfredo mushroom pasta; like it was the first bite I have ever eaten.  When we returned to the hostel, it was time to round up the team and start the party.  Of course, we needed two bottles of Guaro (local moonshine), a sort family tradition at our new home, to get things off on the right foot.  For there it gets a little blurry; but I do remember an amazing complement one of my Spanish friends said to me: “I have seen a lot of things in life, but nothing like what I have seen here with you in Tamarindo.  You have absolutely No Limits when it comes to a good time: you have partied harder then anyone I have ever seen or known!  It has been a true pleasure to meet you.”                                                                                                                                                              

 Everyone made sure to join us, we had a great group come out for our last night to say good-bye. We started the night of at Pase Tiempo, a golden oldies rock bar, and eventually made our way back to Monkey bar.  The highlight of the night was last call; I was running a tab, which always leads me to get even more carried away.  John and I stood at the bar and decided we needed a shot of both tequila and jager to say good-bye to this very special place.  Then the fuzzy realization hit us, “wait a god-damm minute here, who are we kidding, we can’t leave without one more shot of Guaro.”  And that was it, any form of sobriety was flushed to the wayside-we proudly became the two drunkest men in Costa Rica that evening.  As we stumbled to the after party at Ray Sole, we ate about 10 Chicken skewers each, so many we had to take a break half way and just sit by the side of the road like a couple of belligerent drunks.  That is pretty much my last true memory of Tamarindo, sitting by the side of the road laughing and babbling nonsense at our own profound ignorance in a beautiful way-if that is even possible; being incoherent just for the love of it all.                                                                                                                                                                                                 

  I awoke to a wretched hangover and a big smile.  After two amazing weeks, it was time to travel forward…

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