More specifically, the parts that I will miss terribly and get that deep, sad pit in my stomach just by thinking about leaving in a few hours...
Eating a HUGE $3 breakfast everyday in this place.
The view from my bedroom window.
This hostel.
This hammock.
This boy (mucho.) and drinking our nightly coffee in his coffee shop and admiring his beautiful coffee art and teaching each other our language.
Buying AMAZING 10q cinnamon rolls from the sweet Catalina.
Their other language.
This man. The hostel owner. He sits and reads his bible every morning. Such a sweet heart.
Pedro de San Pedro - the smoothie maker. Such a wonderful, friendly guy.
Chapi. (No words necessary.)
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