the beach was filled with noisy, north americans talking about money, how to spend it, how to make more and how to induce others to spend more. i thought they were rather arrogant and i was uncomfortable in their presence, in the internet and when i went for something to eat.
unencumbered by my backpack and suitcase i walked through town to where i found the ticos playing soccer. way more fun.
this am i walked to where the locals set up their open street market and bought some of the weird looking fruit i saw the bus driver pick off the trees yesterday. i have no idea what they are but they are edible. i have to buy a knife so i'll find out later. i felt like a tica.
it wasn't that long ago that i would've been one of the party-goers. i don't know if it's an age thing (don't think so) or that i feel that this is my home and north americans (for the most part) come here for 2 weeks, party like crazy, with a very me first attitude and very little regard for the locals. it's good that they want to dump their money into the local economy though.
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