Pilgrims

So hello everyone. Today is Sunday not sure of the date - early may. Gabriel and I are officially two weeks into our trip. As it is Sunday the only places open are the pubs and the internet cafes. Gabriel still seems a little young for guaro or tequila, so here we are. I am mastering touch typing a little because the keyboard on which I am working is largely devoid of letters which have been rubbed off by the busy fingers of thousands of tourists, imbided with the feverish desire to tell everyone back home what an a mazing time they are having! I am rather intrigued to think that the first tim I came to Costa Rica, contact with my family back home was accomplished primarily by snail mail which would take about three weeks to arrive. Or via the occassional phone call from a phone centre, where the booths were designed for local stature and I would find myself towering above a sea of black hair trying to have an intimate long awaited chat with my folks....Ten years later I can be in daily contact via email and if I was savvy and organised enough via skye talk to anyone back home who I wished. Strange thing is that now these little internet cafes are the refuge of the traveller, snugged up beside the familiarity of the console you could almost beleive you were at home, if only there were letters on the keyboard...So has this ease of contact changed the experience of travelling, definately. I am the person I am in part because of the isolation I experienced on my first two trips overseas, before the world wide web snared us all!!!! The experience living without a network of people who know you well around you, helped me define some of the core aspects of who I am. The converse risk perhaps is that you can get lost in such freedom. Does leaving where we are from help us learn about ouselves? It certainly allows you to learn about others and so then maybe... Gosh but I´m raving... for those of you still with me and up to date with the journal, Gabriel and I moved into a new house this week, gabriel called it gloomy but I love it, there´s alot to be said for cement floors in the tropics where a good clean out of the house requires a hose. Anyway we are settlerd in there and trying to figure out a good menu and routine. Yesterday we went sea kayaking which was awesome fun, but will time our departure a little better next time becuse dragging the kayak though 2 km´s of mangrove swamp at low tide did nothing for my cheery disposition. :)  So folks please check out the photos of our little house so you can imagine what life is like for us here and although having you all so close makes the virelent nature of travel a little less transformative perhaps also at the ripe age of thirty three I need to remember who I am a little more than reinvent lyself. Love you all xx Kate