I woke up at 8:15 today – the latest I’ve slept in all week. We are taking some long bus rides to get to San Jose, where Marking is flying in today. We made reservations at another hostel. It was so much nicer than the previous ones, partly because it was in the city rather than by the beach. It took about 6 long hours to bus over, and when we finally got there, Mark arrived an hour or two later.
We shared dinner around the kitchen table and caught up on life. Our hostel had a very interesting crew in it. There was Bob, the 61 year old professor from Great Britain, two young French guys in there mid-twenties with names I cannot pronounce, a Canadian girl, and Erin, a consultant from Colorado. We went to the supermarket, bought a few drinks, and stayed in for the rest of the night just shooting-the-shit. It was such an interesting conversation – in part because Mark and I were catching up, and in part because of all the different backgrounds between the different members. It’s times like these I relish the most.