Costa Rica... El Pais Donde Todo Es Posible, Pero Nada Tiene Sentido: Year in Review

A Year Ago, Today: I moved to Quepos from Barva with a dream that felt like jumping into the current of an unknown river.  It really was.  I had no job lined up, nothing.  All I had were a few friends, an old Spanish school, and my old host family I asked to live with again. 

It sure is interesting to see where I am today and think about telling my one-year-younger-self all of the stories about what has happened over the past year. 

As I think back to the goals I wrote down in my little journal when I set out for the Pacific Coast, I reflect on what I have learned and ways in which I have grown.

My Original Goals:
Improving Spanish
Becoming a Part of the Community
Learning to Be More Tranquila/ Accepting
Helping People - Being of Service
Making Friends

(Starting an Improv Troupe) - A goal that I had in my mind, but one that seemed so far out of reach that I didn't even write it down. 

I'd say that I have definitely been working at all of these goals and continue to work on them at deeper levels all the time.

And the title of this entry - "The Country Where Everything Is Possible and Nothing Makes Sense...."  This is something my friend, Pablo, told me when were driving down the street in Puntarenas and there was a couch sitting in the middle of the road.  It is true.  All the possibilities for weirdness, randomness, growth, opportunities you feel you are nowhere near qualified for but are given anyway...

but don't try too hard to make sense of them - because it just doesn't make any :]  It just is.

Also, I never got to write a post when I reached a year of living in Costa Rica so I wanted to just include this piece I wrote on Facebook that day:

July 5, 2014

Hoy, cumplo un año de estar en CR y celebro donde empezó hace un año - Heredia. No podía esperar un día más especial estar aquí. Vamos la Sele, y doy muchas gracias a este país tan lindo con la gente más amable que me han recibido como si fuera familia a todos mis amigos Ticos, Ticos Gringos, Uruguayos..... Los quiero mucho mucho mucho.