stressed

I am moving to DC in 3 weeks. Do I have a place to live yet? No.

The beautiful apartment I posted about fell through. And nothing else is quite as beautiful, and nobody wants to rent to me if they haven't met me. So rude.

and then there was the time we almost got robbed

Also in Costa Rica. Don't worry, it's not as dangerous as I'm making it sound. And remember that these stories always involve the word almost, which means none of these events actually happened. They just could have.

But we did almost get robbed, when we stopped at a cafe for breakfast on our way to the airport. And since it was such a lovely day outside, we sat at a booth on the sidewalk with Ashley's backpack on the seat next to her, pretty much asking someone to steal it.

And someone did. Or tried to, at least, until she chased them down and the cafe owner threatened to kill his accomplice if he ever came back and there was a general ruckus in the street. (All in our defense, of course.)

So the moral of the story is, Costa Rica is awesome.

so pretty!

I think I'm going to be living here starting next month. It's tiny and overpriced, but I get it all to myself, and it's in one of the best areas in the city!

check this out!

I think every state should do something like this:

No Child Left Inside

In an attempt to get kids outside and active, the state of Connecticut sponsors a scavenger hunt where families search for clues at all the different State Parks. So cool!

Costa Rica

It's pretty much the greatest thing I've ever seen.

And I really do have lots of stories to tell, which start with this. I almost died. And not in the oh-this-place-is-so-beautiful-I-feel-like-I've-died-and-gone-to-heaven kind of dying, although that aspect was certainly present. I'm talking about the real kind of dying, where they'd have to find someone to replace me at my job, and my plastic utensils and books and other valuables would be divided up and whatnot.

It's my own fault, really. We tried out the touristy beach and realized after about 2.2 minutes that we are not really "beach" people. So we found another, more secluded beach with iguanas and crabs and monkeys and the whole deal, and got so excited about watching the iguanas eat the crabs that we failed to notice the tide was coming in and washing our stuff away into the deep blue ocean.

But then we noticed. And then we noticed the jagged boulders separating us from safety. And then we panicked.

So now we're definitely not beach people.

So i've been gone for a while.

Oops. I would apologize, but I'm not really that sorry, mainly because I was off doing stuff that's way cooler than blogging. Seriously.

Like flying up to Colorado for Katie's wedding, which was beautiful and a lot of fun, even though I was late on account of my not bringing my invitation and forgetting when exactly everything started. So I was off finding great deals on DC-appropriate clothes, which was great but not quite as great as being on time for the ring ceremony would have been.


But once I made it to the wedding, I ate some cake and caught up with Alan, whose life is filled with things way more important than blogging or reading blogs. Which is a good thing, because I have a limited repertoire of stories, and I could tell him all of the stories that I tell here, and he thought they were all brand-new and just for him. They weren't.