My Walk, my what a lovely kalology

I walk about a mile and 1/2 to school Lunes to Fritag and then another to come back. After experimenting with different routes i found the one with the least amount of:

- Traffic
- Howlers [men of all different ages who say things that point out that i am a woman (they are actually pretty unavoidable as a lot of comments are made from the safety of their cars)]
- Frighteningly loud dogs behind the gates of houses (they can smell my fear)
My route is also made in cooperation with my regulars that i say hello to: Old Guy who sits on his porch, Guard at the school,  Esteban and others (guys who work at the Furniture store that now one of my friends is dating)
- Various stray dogs and their poop
- THE SUN (always says hello back)

 i like to list things.
My walks are always eventful whether its on my way to school or on the way back, i watch by as the music from my ipod is the soundtrack to the Latino actors playing a 'typical day in Costa Rica'.

I like to collect things, i am pretty sentimental. 
Last semester i collected feathers.

The other day i found this on the side of the road and picked out two for myself: 

 

 

Too bad i don't have the tools to cut tile or else these would make really great necklaces.

My neighborhood in Costa Rica is really nice. So nice that I walk by the presidents mothers house on my way to school. One of the first times I saw the house there was a goat grazing in the front lawn. Its a beautiful white house with huge trees, a basketball court and it looks out at a view of the mountains. In the yard the biggest and best tree around there is a lonely swing.

There are two barriers between that swing and me.

The first is a rock wall that goes up to my shoulder at its highest point. There is a small knit fence on top of this wall along with some harmless looking foliage. I have gotten to this point, on top of the rock wall to get a picture of the tree but not any further. The next obstacle to swing bliss is this taller then me, pointy on the top tips, bitch of another fence!
Every time I walk past this house I dream of jumping this fence and taking a swing under that beautiful tree. But then I think of the possible consequences of this action. It goes in a sequence. First it’s getting caught, and then it’s legal action (trespassing), then its possibly jail or a large fine, deportation, having criminal action on my records, not getting a good education because I was kicked out of my school, and then death.

(Ok so the ending is a bit dramatic sounding, but it is the inevitable truth)

What is it that holds us back from doing what we want?

Is it the barriers or the consequences?

  PS i love words.
*Kalology is the study of beauty

Schwester's 21

For my sisters 21st geburstag i asked 21 people (including myself) what they loved about their sister.

Can you guess which one is mine?

~ I love my sister because putting all history, blood and sisterly loyalty aside she is a really cool person and her being my sister just means I get to spend more time with her.

There’s nothing like a sister. Its universal, 20 other people agree with me they just say it better then I could…

I don’t know if Love is the right word, more of loathsome disdain. But if I had to choose something I would say I love it when she drinks. A sober [sister] is a NO-FUN [sister].

             I love that we look similar. There is now one else that shares the closest DNA with you, then your sister.

I love that I can barrow her cardigan when we are in the same country.

           I love my sister’s ability to impersonate famous people

                                I like how she helps me fight my battles

                                           When I’m sick she takes care of me, I love that.

I love that she is hypocritical

I love that my sister was my birthday present the day I turned 10 years old. I think about holding her in my arms as a baby that day.

I Love that my sisters sacrifice their time, possessions, events, and personal wants for me in times of need. I love how protective we are of one another and how well we know each other. We are best friends for life. What a true blessing. Redeeming love always.

I love i love how I can be the biggest dork around my sister and she is an even bigger dork back to me, so I
             have be even dorkier to counter act her.

I love how even though people think we’re so alike my sister and I are actually really, really different.

I love how my sister is always there for me when I need her to be. No matter how far away she might seem she is willing to journey to my side.

I love that

my sister

never judges me.

I can tell her anything

and she’s cool with it.

I also love her sisterly wisdom.

.I love that my sister inspires me to do things without even realizing it.

My sister and I are both artists. She is the only person I can trust for a 100% honest opinion about my work, even if it isn’t a good critique, I appreciate it because I respect her and her own artwork so much.

I love how my sister is always there for me.

I love my sister because I can always be there for her.

I love that my sister’s smile is my smile, when I am happy she is happy. She is a part of me no matter the distance.

                                                          I love that my sister and I are committed to our relationship with each other; it’s not something that we’re going to quit.

She knows me better than anybody else and she loves me better than anybody else.

21 love notes for a lovely 21 year old.

Happy Birthday Sister.