Welcome back, friends!
Back where? you ask, confused. You didn’t go anywhere. I went somewhere.
You know, for a person who generally doesn’t like going out, meeting new people, trying adventure sports without an ambulance and a stretcher waiting nearby, spending money, or getting out of my comfort bubble, sometimes I really surprise myself. And then regret it a little.
On Sunday, March 16th, I woke up at 3:30 AM, drove two hours to the airport, hopped on a plane to Costa Rica, took a puddle jumper from San Jose to Tambor, rode in a taxi for an hour, and arrived at my destination: a women’s surf and yoga retreat in Santa Teresa.
And I went by myself. Let’s all do a little victory dance about that, shall we? First of all, I managed to wake up at three in the morning, because that’s disgusting and who does that? Oh, this girl. Secondly, I put my faith in people I had never met, and we all know that people are idiots. Thirdly–and this is probably most important–I tried a sport I had previously sworn I would never try because I used to be terrified of ghost sharks for crying out loud, and I would be setting myself up to look like a fat seal for some actual goddamned sharks.
Surprisingly, I didn’t see a single fin following me. No teeth devoured a chunk of my leg or my board. I didn’t even see one dolphin, for chrissakes and dolphins are my favorite goddamned animal. I saw one fish off of our beach, and I think a romping doberman swallowed it hole.
So, as usual, my crazy fears were a bit unfounded. Though I will always be afraid of sharks when I surf, at least I know to punch them in the face, or, if they’re tiny, to grab them by their nose and turn them upside down, whereupon they promptly fall asleep. (I am nothing if not a wealth of disaster preparedness.)
But that’s when something you should be afraid of sneaks up and forcefully pulls your pants down in front of that cute guy you like (or is that just me?).
Towards the tail end of my trip (I really hope you’re picking up on all the clues I’m putting down), I became closely acquainted with Pépe, an outdoorsy chap. He is a close friend of another really great friend of mine, Frank.
Yes, friends. I had another close encounter of the bathroom kind. Or several of them. Pépe and I became intimate in a way that I had only ever done with one other Porcelain King.
See, I contracted some kind of super-powerful stomach parasite that decided that I didn’t need food to survive, and gut punches are perfectly adequate means of saying I love you. That’s kind of what I imagine pregnancy will be like.
I returned home and became reacquainted with a much older john, one that I lovingly refer to as PeePaw. He doesn’t work as well as the other johns I’ve known over the years, but he tries hard. Ugh, God, that’s disgusting. I’m so sorry for that.
Now I’m on some heavy-duty antibiotic and if I’m not better by tomorrow…well, let’s just say I’ll probably be on a heavier-duty antibiotic, and maybe I’ll invest my money into a company that supplies adult diapers. Hopefully they make some cheekini ones. A girl can dream, right?
The point is, sometimes you have to live big without being afraid of everything. Sometimes you have to fly by yourself, go on a trip by yourself, meet some great people, eat some contaminated food, and shit your brains out for a week. Don’t worry that it might happen, because that will prevent you from having the kind of adventure you should have. Know that it will happen, and steel yourself (and your intestines) for some whole new experiences.
27 thoughts on “Live A Little”
Awesome! You go, girl!
What a badass surfing picture! Also, when you were talking about “johns,” I had to work hard to remember that you weren’t talking about a pimp. Sorry – I work with homeless people, many of whom ARE prostitutes and johns. It’s a wider world than that, though, as you’re sharing with us. 🙂
That was, in fact, intentional!
Incredible surfing photo! Well done, young jedi. And the “cheekini” comment is priceless! Thank you.
Thanks mama! Love you!
Do epic shit! That has been my motto recently. Life is to short to live on a couch
I agree… She says, from the couch.
How was the rest of the trip? Did you enjoy the yoga?
I had so much fun! Loved the yoga!
Congratulations! Not for ingesting the foreign bacteria, but for stepping out of that comfort zone. Another great read also. Thanks for sharing.
And thank you for reading, friend!
Hey good on you what a cool thing to do.
Thanks! Sometimes being brave pays off.
Awesome! I think I’ll book me a retreat right about now… or sometime soon…hopefully!!
Do it! It’s so much fun!
Sorry about your new-found intimacy with international johns, but overall what an awesomely empowering trip (and you now have a badass surfing pic to boot!).
Hey, thanks! It was so much fun. I kind of want to go back really badly. Minus the pooping.
Thanks a lot! A good amount of knowledge.
I once went on a retweet! Not as exciting as a retreat but I didn’t have to move anything other than my thumbs. 🙂
… That’s what she said?
I think I might have laughed a bit too much towards the seal image. Haha, thanks much for the story!
JUST BECAUSE I’M HAIRY AND BLUBBERY IS NO CAUSE FOR LAUGH–oh wait, yes it is.
Of course! Thanks for reading!
I enjoyed the use of your personal story to illustrate a point. Always good to see a blending of humour and advice. All the best and keep up the good work!
Thank you, friend!