Every once in awhile, my mind breaks free from the monotony of my daily routine, and I realize the reality of my situation. These are my "Holy Shit!" moments. I had two of them recently.

Holy Shit, I only have 3 months left in Costa Rica! When it was 4 months, I felt like I still had plenty of time. But 3 months is nothing. I still have a few places I want to visit and things I want to do: Vulcan Arenal, Monteverde (for a tree-top zipline tour), Playa Samara, Playa Grande, INBioParque, see a performance at the National Theatre, watch a live soccer game. There's time. But with only 12 weekends left, I need to get off my butt.

Holy Shit, I'm 29! Yikes. That's way too close to 30. As my young German roommate put it this morning, "Twenty-nine and still alive, aye? Wow!" This is karma. I've made fun of others that were leaving their twenties. It's my turn to be the old man. But I refuse to act like one. I've requested a piñata for my party tonight.

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