|Kickin' back '90s style with BMW and footies|
It is a whole new experience coming back after so long. Much of the culture still carries over with me. For example, yesterday I went into town to vote for new school board members. I saw many people I knew--friends, old teachers, familiar faces--and I had an overwhelming urge to kiss everyone on the cheek as I greeted them, as I would in Costa Rica. I managed to restrain myself from planting a big one on my former guitar teacher when I saw him--which definitely would have given him a shock.
But it is great being home after 4 months away. It was so special getting off the plane and seeing the familiar faces of the people I loved--my mom and dad, grandad, and my best friend Alaine, all waiting for me and greeting me with a smile. And since then I have been reuniting with the loves of my life such as these:
and even . . .
I went to Bozeman and got to see several members of my family. Aunt Leezie and Uncle Darrell, my tío loco, Uncle Jim, Addie, and my cousin Kori. On the way, I was reminded of how beautiful of a State I live in and was able to admire the minimal traffic and open roads.
|The call it "The Big Sky State" for a reason|
As well as from the view from my backyard. . .
I really am truly blessed.
However, Costa Rica remains in my heart. I was able to skype with Tita today and visit with Laura and Jessica, a couple of the girls now living with her. I these people dearly and many aspects of Costa Rica. As soon as I invent a teleportation device, I will be visiting every other day.
In other news, the Eliel Family will soon be off for another adventure, wreaking havoc in Arizona and visiting the Grand Canyon!! It's a short trip--we'll take off Monday, return Thursday--but it has been a while since the family have packed the suitcases, strapped the tree on the old station wagon, and taken off in Griswald-fashion. I am very excited for some classic family bonding and "Julio" family escapades.
And so, the adventures are not over. Though I may be settling back into life in the States, there is one universal truth I know for certain--you can take the gringa out of Costa Rica, but you can't take the Costa Rica out of the gringa. And so this blog comes to it's close, but I will cherish my time in Costa Rica, and I know I'm going to carry the lessons I learned and friendships I made wherever I go. And so, Costa Rica, until we meet again, I will say it one final time. Gringa. . .out.