I’m composing this post at an airline lounge in San Francisco while waiting for our connecting flight. By the time we arrive at our destination, we would be in a different time zone and I would have missed one day of posting. So I’m trying to schedule tomorrow’s entry and hope it works out fine..
The month of July has started. So is our next journey. I captured this image while we were flying away from Albuquerque. Mixed thoughts came to my mind..
To be continued..
The contrast cannot be more extreme. At night in our neighborhood, if there is any sound at all, it would be some wild life crying or howling. Here in San Francisco, our first night at the Fisherman’s Wharf, those man-made noises were almost unbearable at times. It’s more or less all quiet down by now. I can only hope that that was it for the night.
Today is our last full day in San Jose. Our experience of this city is mixed and it probably wouldn’t make it to the list of places that we want to return to in the future. My personal feelings towards this country is complicated by political reasons. Usually I try to put that aside wherever we travel to. But somehow this trip, in this country, it hits me hard and forces me to face the reality. This is the world we are living in, and there’s no point of fighting it.
Today was a bad day for my companion. It wasn’t the afternoon rain, which may have caused more pain in his legs. He couldn’t walk 30 feet without feeling the need to rest and ease the pain. It further worried him that the painkiller he took didn’t seem to work.
“I feel bad for you. It’s no fun traveling like this with me not being able to go anywhere.” he said to me while he was resting on one of the benches in the Multiplaza Escazú.
“Don’t overthink it now.” I replied, not knowing what to say exactly.
Now we’re back in the hotel room. His legs no longer bother him that much. Perhaps it took more than three hours for his painkiller to kick in?
I lie on the bed next to him, looking at the outside through the French window. The clouds are getting darker and there are flashes of lightning, as if predicting that it’s going to get worse..
The volcán Irazú is definitely there, although we couldn’t see it.
Due to the weather and the passing fog, we barely could see anything when we were at the site this morning. Up high at about 11,000 feet, the Irazú Volcano is the highest active volcano in Costa Rica. Too bad the weather didn’t cooperate. The chances of us visiting Costa Rica again are slim. Oh well..
Our flight to Costa Rica today was actually pretty smooth. But the journey got off to a bumpy start right at the Sunport Airport. I admit that I was in a grumpy mood to begin with. (For reasons I’d rather not to tell..) During the flight for who-knows-what reason my pre-ordered meal was incorrect and ended up having something I didn’t care to eat. Then when we arrived at the Juan Santamaría International Airport, the driver for our prepaid car service to the hotel was nowhere to be found. After waiting for almost an hour, we had no choice but to take a taxi..
It’s almost 11pm here now and all I want to do is sleep. It will all be better tomorrow. I hope..
Captured on our flight approaching Albuquerque this morning. There’s so much on my mind this trip going back home. It’s hard to explain how I felt while this landscape that I’m getting so familiar with moving underneath us, taking us closer and closer to home..
It was by chance we were inside that dimly lit building, as we had no business being in there. I captured two images and this one was “speaking” to me. “Viajar as Vivir.” To travel is to live. At this moment, I couldn’t agree more..
We are back in Buenos Aires for a few days. Our hotel room window is facing an old hotel and we can see their used-to-be rooftop swimming pool. Even though it looks small, but it must have been a luxury to have a pool on top of the building at the time.
