I spent the most time in SJDS because I was awaiting the delivery of an “emergency” credit card. They originally estimated it at three days, but it actually took Bank of America two weeks to deliver the card.
So I learned some basic Spanish.
I loved this place. I stayed in the most laid back hostel on the planet (La Casa Feliz) and enjoyed just about every minute of my stay. I intrinsically understood this already, but it reflected in practice that the more settled I was in the town, the easier it was to succeed with girls. I wasn’t able to convert any locals (edit: yet), but not for lack of trying. My Spanish was getting to the point where I could hold simple conversations in the present tense. “Yo gusta usted. Vamos a la casa.” In the infamous words of Christopher Wallace, there ain’t no more to it.
Hey you! You, yes, the one with the mouse in your hand – actually, it looks like you might have your finger on a trackpad . . . Did you know you could click the pictures and they pop up in the same window so you don’t have to leave the page while browsing? Pretty neat, huh?
 If you can see the line down the leftish side of the picture, you might guess that I was taking this from inside a bus. Obviously that irritated me since I had resigned myself to leaving the bike at the border until I got back to Costa Rica on March 4th. (edit: you’ll see what happens here)
The wind turbines had just started up and were on line, but not yet distibuting power to San Juan Del Sur (my destination). It was a great location for these babies since the winds coming off Lake Nicaragua/Ometepe were simply insane. Read more . . . |
