Alone again, naturally

My dad left here for home this morning, a couple weeks earlier than originally planned. While he was doing his morning stretches on his second day here, something that wasn't supposed to pop in one of his knees did. After a few days of ice packs and ibuprofen it became clear that it wasn't going to heal by itself, so he made the call to go back to D.C. early and get treatment there, which I suspect will involve an MRI and some surgical tinkering. Bummer.

But it was still good to get to spend a few days with him, and I think that aside from the physical discomfort and the boredom of being apartment-bound, he enjoyed his stay. I got to show off my vocabulary of roughly 10 Spanish words, and he got to eat the best chili (possibly the only chili) in all of Costa Rica, courtesy of yours truly. And he did see some monkeys. Everybody loves monkeys.

So now I am once again living the solitary life in my apartment. I don't mind. It's nice to be able to spend as much time as I want surfing or reading books without having to worry that anybody or anything needs my attention. I can just exist. It's quite tranquil. Four to five hours a day of surfing keeps my body tired and my day full. I fill the rest of the time buying groceries, cooking, eating, reading, talking to Holly over Skype, and applying sunscreen.

My next visitor is Holly, who comes to visit in three weeks. I am pretty excited to see her and to have some adventures together here. I'm hoping to make some big strides in my surfing by then so I can show off. Chicks dig surfing prowess.