Wildflowers

So apparently this blog is updated once a month.  Is a once-a-month blog even a blog at all?  I'd answer that with a solid NO, but whatever....

It's not that the journey thus far hasn't provide material or inspiration to write, it's just that simply put, I haven't been motivated to stop and take the time necessary to get it all down on paper.  Day to day activities fill my time with all the usual suspects (moto prep, surf, beer, food, reading, friends, surf, beer, sleep).  And while it all seems pretty standard it's precisely that which I'm enjoying thoroughly, focusing on.  The normalcy of my life on the moto is what I'm trying to take in, unfortunately when I get to "taking it in" I very rarely allow time for writing it down.  It's ok, it's alright, calma, the story as it runs moment to moment is stained on my memory and these anecdotes aren't going anywhere anytime soon.  In fact as I went to sleep the other night I calmed my mind by recalling all of the random backroads, stops, and intersections from Colorado, Texas, and north Mexico.  Badass.

But alas to some degree this f'ing travel blog should at least keep my people up to speed on where Rita and I are and what the hell we're getting into:  I just checked and the last update from the road was literally October 30th.  Awesome.

Since then and what seems like ages ago I've passed from southern Mexico through Guatemala, Salvador, Honduras, and Nicaragua to arrive in Costa Rica.  I've been bouncing around CR for 7 of those past 8 weeks catching up with incredible friends, beaches, and mountains.  Different visits from Blake, Elena, Kris, and Mindy provided a welcome reconnect with Foco life and some much needed QT with some of my closest friends from the motherland.  I've also dialed in similar much needed QT with my crew here in CR, some were brief but necessary nonetheless.  I love these people and this country with a sincerity that I hope my Tico friends would call tangible by this point.  So much of what has crafted my life outside of the US is a derivative of my experiences here in Costa Rica and I am forever in debt to and in love with this country.  Thank you Chino, Josecito, Jerry, Nati, Jose, Kore, Paco, Barrett, Mari, the list goes on.  And Congrats, love, and happiness to Pili and Rodrigo on the new arrival, so beautiful that little one, Lord Nacho.......

But it's time to move on, it's time to get going.  I'm off to Panama tomorrow ready to finally tackle the BS of shipping my moto to Colombia and get the south American portion of this deal underway.  As these moments always are, there's a mixed bag of emotions as I'm pulled south while pieces of me remain.  It's always difficult but absolutely creates a pointed reminder of why I'm doing this.  If somehow I was numb to these feelings when I depart the most precious of places it wouldn't provide the gravity and lasting impact they deserve.  It's a friendly, painful reminder that I truly love, that I feel, and that this matters.  In a strange way that ignites the energy I need to move on, to leave those places, to continue the journey.  The motivation of a true and deep love for these people and these experiences for what surly, uncertainly lies ahead.  Wow, now I'm tearing up.  See, this is why I don't write this shit... Dammmmit

Merry Christmas everyone, All love

-William


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