it was hard to sleep any later on a day when i didn't have to wake up so early. as soon as the sun came out, i wanted to wake up, but forced myself to sleep some more. having gotten out of bed at 5 or 6am every morning, i've gotten used to waking up early. i finally woke up aroun 7am when i heard voices in the kitchen. everyone was up, and i had some orange juice. i watched a little bit of cnn headlines on television, curious to know what's been happening in the world the last 7 days. two synagogue bombings in istanbul, fast winds in the northeast causing fires and power outages, dc sniper case, florida right to die standstill.
to think, by tonight, i'll be back at home in cambridge! in some ways it's felt like a long vacation, and in other ways a short one. waking up early and hiking through the corcovado rain forest felt like two days in one. i couldn't keep track of what day it was, so far away from civilization, and i wasn't the only one. now that it's nearly over, one week seems like a short amount of time. back at home, i go through weeks like tissue. it's been an activity packed week, every day something planned, today being the only day that we having nothing going on except flying back home. it's been so busy that i haven't had time to inquire about getting stamps for postcards, let alone getting the actual cards. no souvenirs either, other than the few trinkets and t-shirts i bought for myself at the coffee tour gift shop and the butterfly farm. all i have to offer the people back home is about 2000 photos and some stories. i wonder if my roommate has been living at my place, and if so, if he's turned on the heat, and if that's true, if he remembered to turn it down when he's not there like i told him to? i'm so afraid that i'm going to go home and get a $300 heating bill for the month of november, but i guess if he's willing to split the cost, it won't be so bad. other than that, i have no real anxieties about going back home.
to be continued...
today's count: 40 photos