We’ve left Central America.
One night we were drinking Cacique in a bar with Don Toni and the next morning we left our Costa Rican apartment and flew to California. But don’t worry we were sure to leave a sack full of colones next to our overdue electric bill.
It was time to go. After seven months in Central America I realized I was waiting for a train without tracks.
Now we’re hobo-sapiens.
For the last month our home-base has been Mike and Jordan’s house in Albany, California. We spend our time painting tiles with elementary school kids, roasting coffee, and turning an overgrown yard into a garden.
Sometimes I get all anxious and panicky because I’m out of money and sleeping on my buddy’s couch, but somehow it seems like a learning experience. I’m not comfortable relying on the generosity of others, but right now I don’t have a choice. In the future, when I have a couch of my own, you will all be welcome to crash on it (even if you snore).
I don’t want to talk about plans, because plans can change. Instead, let’s look at some recent accomplishments:
1. The neighbor’s backyard that was once ruled by blackberries, ivy, and opossum skulls is almost a legitimate vegetable garden.
2. We’re now able to roast good tasting, Panamanian coffee over the stove.
3. One time for my dad’s birthday my brothers and I gave him the 1989 Upper Deck Ken Griffey Jr. rookie card (in a hard case). I hope it’s still in your sock drawer Steve McKee, because although your portfolio is about as impressive as Brian Bosworth’s football career, that card is about to go up in value. On a related topic, I’ve started a petition to bring Steve “The Chef” Scheffler back to Seattle, maybe the Sonics will follow.
In conclusion, I love you all.
Here’s some photos (compliments of Mikael Kirkman):
Matt roasting coffee.
Albany, California
Mikael and Cameron enjoying pure Panamanian coffee.
Volcon, Panama
Matt and Ronny at "Doble Cero."
Heredia, Costa Rica
Last documented run-in with Don Toni.
Heredia, Costa Rica
