Central America

Like my previous trips, during my final three days I wished I was already gone. I ended up meeting three other travellers and went clubbing with them one night, which was a lot of fun. The original reason to stay in town was to experience more nightlife during the weekend but I found the Ricas a bit less flirty than the Hondurans and Nicas.

I spend the saturday and sunday watching the NFL wildcard playoffs in a casino. That was a great time. I met random old americans who were in town to retire, and watched all 4 games:

Washington 17, Tampa Bay 10

New England 28, Jacksonville 3

Carolina 23, N.Y. Giants 0

Pittsburgh 31, Cincinnati 17

Unfortunately the smoke inthe casino got to me - my lungs don't do well with smoke since I quit smoking in Summer 2005 - so I think I got a mild case of bronchitis.

I was rooting hard for Washington, Jax, Carolina, and Cincy. I lost $40 bucks on the cincy loss.

The final night, I couldn't wait to go home. I donated all my books and my running shoes, as my friend WL says, "go asset light" (ironic, since that's was Enron's corporate strategy).

I left for the airport as soon as I woke up. I ate at a local spot I had found. I had gone to three restaurants, a chinese spot, a cheap local spot, and a nice local spot. Food was great.

In the airport, I bought a case of Ron Flores de Cana, the Nicaraguan rum. Awesome stuff.

My flight home was wonderful. I arrived in Boston and thought of the Saint Etienne Song, Mr Donut, "Sound of Radio Boston makes me smile".

I ended up making a trip to SF a few days later, before school started again. In, SF, my friends are announcing engagements, children, the making of their second million, and house purchases. I miss hanging out with them and love how I can just hop back in the bay and feel like it's 2003. But I also feel a lot less mature then them -- still building up my career and still single. SF is no longer home.


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