life's like an hourglass glued to the table

i miss punta mala and jaco

happyhoppinghannah:

i miss the bugs and the sand and the trees we climbed and i miss the people i met and lydiette’s cooking and my tiko and making bracelets and making turtles out of coconut shells
and i miss sinking into the sand so deep that you can defy gravity and showering in the ocean and the torrential rain and the card games and the bugs and the not so clean toilets and my bottom bunk
i miss sleeping in the same room with everyone and waking up with doodles all over my legs with my head ringing with good songs and i miss hermosa beach and being sweaty and giving out bracelets to everyone
i miss gerald and tim and chris and sarah and brandon and hacking into computers in the hostel and i miss bright red sunglasses and playing cards and sleeping in the hammock and staying up late and being told “you’re not lame, you’re one of the nicest girls i’ve ever met”
and i miss having bug bites all over my legs and walking around town and buying things with colones and i miss all the doggies and juan manuel and getting hit in the head with a surfboard and night patrols and the hatchery
i miss nature walks with luis and group pictures and some of the best hugs i’ve ever received and i miss shuffling constantly and i miss that car where we all packed in so tight and i miss costa rican drivers and the ride home from hermosa when we blasted sweet honey and watched the sun set perfectly
i miss showering in the cold spring on the last night and smelling good and walking around town and in the grocery store without shoes on because we forgot them and i miss everyone smiling and singing along to obsessed in the dark van and i miss sitting on the bed with two mattresses while you tried to put me to sleep so you could draw tiger stripes all over my face
i miss bananagrams and dirtmound and hearts and relaxing days and flashlights with red cellophane on them and i miss not having to worry about anything and everything going slowly and i miss hanging out in the hostel and making your pillow smell good and i miss everything
everything

this post almost made me CRY that’s how much i miss it. hannah, we’re hopping on a flight to costa rica next chance we get