In Search of Sun

Apologies for not updating the blog more. Since I had the following e-mail exchange with a friend today I've decided to get back into the blog with more gusto (I've always wanted to drop that word in somewhere):

Anonymous friend: "Schunk: your website sucks. it never gets updated. i'm deleting it from my bookmarks."

Me: "Yeah I agree. If I post something today you have to put it back in your bookmarked pages. Word."

Anonymous friend: "Ok. But you have to increase the pics of poeple and decrease the pics of beaches. i'm tired of beaches. I want to see more party pictures or just random day at the market pics. thank you. also, include a link to stuff white people like."

Unfortunately I only obliged said friend on one of his requests but I'm going to make an effort to show more people pics, promise. Also, feel free to post a random word and/or obscure word and I'll try to incorporate it into my next post.

The height of the rainy season in San Jose was an all-encompassing phenomenon. This year was apparently worse than normal and there were several mudslides and floods that caused scores of casualties throughout the country. It´s one thing to hear about the rainy season but it´s quite different to experience it everyday for several months. It takes a mental toll, especially if it´s your first time (and made worse by not having a car). The saving grace is that it´s not cold, but waking up to rain and falling asleep to the sound of rain were slowly sucking the life force from me. I wondered if this was what Finnish people felt like during winter. Combined with the fact that a bunch of the volunteers that I had become friends with finished in September, I needed to get out of San Jose and get some sun. Luckily the Caribbean side has great weather during the rainy season and I met up with Dieter and Kate, interns at the Dutch and English embassies respectively. Nothing too interesting to report other than the fact that I learned that after you’ve downed half a bottle of rum, putting more stuff in your system is not a viable option. I was also reminded of how exponentially worse hangovers are if you’re traveling. I did get to bask in the sun which made it all worth while, especially since one more weekend sans sun and they would’ve had to talk me down from the ledge at the office. Lastly, here's the link to a blog that highlights the various esoteric tastes of white people: http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/

Pura Vida!