I'm coming home.
Ok, I have started to like posting without finding a picture. I've gotten used to it, anyway.
I've decided that I will return to Costa Rica and dj again. There were problems that made the night unacceptable, but those can be fixed. It was heartbreaking and I did not accept it well at all. I acted like a petulant child trapped in the body of an overfed albino ogre, one that has been forced to find another bridge to live under in an unfamiliar part of the hamlet. I will post some pictures and you will see for yourselves. It was hideous. I'm surprised that I didn't choke a transvestite that was offering helpful advice to me at the top of "her" lungs.
No more time to write today, not able to post a picture, nothing more.
It all really is that easy, except for connecting through Houston.
Ciao, ticos y ticas.
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