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So I have been white water rafting before. I even did Class IV rapids in freezing water. So, I figured that doing a three hour tour of Class III and IV rapids in Costa Rica with my sister would be no biggie. Piece of cake. La di da.

I. Was. Wrong.

Where to start? Cynthia’s mind is elsewhere recently, so I have been working extra (and spending extra) hard at trying to get her mind of things. I figured traumatizing Cynthia by putting her on a small boat with huge ass rapids coming at you would do the trick. Little did I know that I would be the one who ended up being traumatized. Like I said, I have done this before so I thought I was set. Nope. Last time you would do one huge rapid, then have a little break. Then another one would come up, then you would have another little break.

Not in the Rica of Costa.

It was rapid after rapid, non stop pure adrenaline for three straight hours. THREE. Im surprised I am able to write with my hands at the moment since tomorrow I am sure they will be incapacitated. Apparently the day before, out of seven boats, five had flipped over on a certain rapid.

Long story short. I was thrown off the raft on a Class III rapid. I don’t exactly know what happened, but I know that we hit a rock and as soon as I hit the water, in less than two seconds I had already swallowed like half a gallon. Also, those rivers all filled with huge ass rocks that hit your body all over the place as if you were some punching bag. It hurt; a lot, but not at the moment since your adrenaline kicks in. I thought everyone in the boat had fallen in, so I was literally looking around for Cynthia while rocks were hitting my back, legs and arms. In case you fall off, you are supposed to lean back, put your legs up and let yourself float down the stream. But those rapids almost fight against you when you try to do that.

Cuts and bruises all over my body. I also thought I had smashed my finger to pieces. Just bruised though.

Turns out that Cynthia did not fall in. She was actually the only one to stay in the boat while the rest of us were massacred by the Toro river. Ironic, how the girl that was the most terrified during the whole thing, was the only one not to fall off. She was definitely scared though because she saw how white my face had gotten and apparently I “looked like I had died”.

That was one hour in.

Only two more to go after that little accident.

Also, about 5 minutes into the trip, Cynthia’s paddle got tangled in a vine and was lost. Hilarious.

No words or pictures could explain how amazingly beautiful it was white water rafting down this river in Costa Rica. I suggest you watch Jurassic Park again, and you will get some clue. The rainforest, Waterfalls, river; everything was beyond incredibly beautiful. I mean, you are paddling down this river and you look up at the cliffs and see huge waterfalls coming down from the top of the rainforest. It was so breathtaking that I am going to use breathtaking at least three times in this sentence……breathtaking.

Tomorrow? Bruised and battered 5 hour ride to Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio.

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This was one of the stops on our road trip from San Francisco to Seattle. It is absolutely stunning. STUNNING. Lots of other words can describe it, but I will just use that one. We woke up a bit hungover/cranky in the morning and after probably the most awkward breakfast of all time with the most awkward waitress ever, we headed up to the viewpoint.

Me: Isn’t it JUNE?!

Couldn’t help but notice that the snow on the road towered over our car. I almost cried.

Also, this was the first time I ever stayed in an A team or whatever they are called cabin. They are crazy! And awesome.

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Katherine and Alex flew down to San Francisco to hang out with the best two people they met in college, Niamh and I. They stayed at my apartment for one night and at Niamh’s place for another. It was a blast. Wedding dress shopping, The Mission, The Castro, House Parties, Good food, and great times. It was a nice goodbye before I said goodbye to San Francisco for two months.

The pictures say a lot (that we are raging alcoholics most likely)

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My last post was my favorite picture I took that day that Mar graduated from Grad school, but I know I had to post the rest. The ceremony itself was small, but lasted longer than I had initially believed. The student speakers were fantastic as was a special guest speaker who talked about how Speech Pathology changed her family for the better. As soon as Grandma saw a picture of her daughter up on the screen before the ceremony began, the waterworks began. I am not surprised though, a Master’s degree is a first in the family and here is hoping that many more of us will follow in the future. Mar, you ROCK! Congratulations!

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