nightmares on avenida diaz

11:43am Saturday, Apr 19
¿Que tal?

What is going on? I'm starting to realize that when you travel alone, time when you should become more self aware turns into time when you're at your most vulnerable. To what, exactly, I don't know ... but it sure is an unusual feeling.

I'm in Jaco for the weekend, a beach town 3hrs west of San Jose.

There's a 'little' alligator 10m away from my cabin (as if 'little' disguises the fact it's a flesh-eating beast that will most surely hunt me down in the middle of the night).

There's a decapitated cockroach on my bathroom floor (my doing, thank you). Its presence isn't unusual, my killing it is. It's the antennas that are freaky - they slowly scan the room like radar, obviously trying to pin down your exact location so they can make their next move. Buggers.

The first English-speaking person I approached turned out to have half a face. No kidding.

And yesterday when I was leaving a patio, my server said, 'See you later Susie!'. 'Susie'? Did I give him my name? I don't think I gave him my name. No, definitely not. Passport? Check. 'Sweetie'? No. WTF?

So, yeah - a week in relative solitude leaves you susceptible to the worst danger possible - doubting your own perception of reality. Maybe friends are good for more than just companionship - for confirmation of things you think you saw/did/heard/felt.

Hmph.

Hasta luego.