Bon Voyage mi hermana...

This entry will be short since it was the saddest of them all. Joanie and I traveled back to San Jose Monday the 26th. We stayed in the same place as before and I consolidated all of my luggage into one enormous duffle bag and my computer backpack. Joanie was a great source of common sense on things I needed and didn't need. We somehow managed to put it all together although the idea of doing it again makes me sick to my stomach.



Early the next morning, we made our way to the Embassy to remind them that I wanted to stay and then onwards to the airport since Joanie couldn't. Booo. We stopped for something to eat since at the Embassy we were rushed to the front of the line and then received a website to go to. Simple enough. After a lovely meal at Denny's (the only thing within visible distance from the airport) we half-heartedly got on our way to the airport. We knew I wouldn't be able to accompany Joanie all the way to the gate, but to be forced to say goodbye right where you drop them off was both awful and good. My heart was heavy as lead and my eyes were welling with tears. All I managed to get off was a hug paired with "I love you and be safe." We were both a wreck. I watched Joanie for as long as I could and got in the cab and in between sobs told the man I needed to return to Costa Rica Backpackers. So silly when women cry... even funnier when people like Joanie and I cry since it is not something we do often, or well. Haha. After making it back to the hostel, I tried to be productive and do some writing but found that my exhaustion won me over and I took the first nap since I had arrived here in Costa Rica. I was beginning to feel so many emotions about the fact that I was in this wonderful place, but that my best friend and traveling buddy was now gone.