a hostel environment...get it?

So I’m at the hostel in the center of this awesome city and I’m not even in the right mind to enjoy it. It took seven hours, four bus rides, and a hell of a lot of confusion to get to Arenal. Actually, we never once got lost, and between Liz and I we can find our way anywhere. She does most of the speaking, and I have a decent sense of direction. Well, I’m exhausted and for some reason my head won’t stop pounding. It could be that I drank excessively last night and I didn’t sleep more than a couple hours – now it’s definitely catching up to me. After we FINALLY got to La Fortuna de San Carlos, we found an awesome little store by the side of the road and Liz bought a new bag. It was perfect. Liz goes through rituals with her bags – I call them “Liz bags”… most of them have a certain worn-in, tribal look to them, but you can’t define her bags by a type. They just are. You just know one when you see one. She picks one at a time and uses it for about a year until it is worn out and unusable. Well, this place was the holy grail of Liz bags. They were EVERYWHERE. Despite this, it only took her a few minutes to make a decision. I, being the most indecisive person on the planet, would probably be there until my flight home in January. Then, as we were walking down the main street, we looked to the right and saw these fire dancers performing in the park. They were awesome! One was on stilts – the girl. She had an ornate gold mask and carnival-esque attire. The guy was shirtless and incredibly built. I didn’t mind it so much. I took some great pictures, I’ll post them later. After, we got dinner. I really wanted to have a cocktail or something, but I could barely finish my beer. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel really sick. I’ve been nauseous all day and it just keeps getting worse. No, I’m NOT pregnant. That would be a pretty immaculate conception. I hope I’m not too ill for the hike to the volcano tomorrow. I haven’t felt this under the weather in a long time, and I’m mad at myself for not enjoying this place as much as I should be. It has a very party-like atmosphere. The music is loud but would be fun if I didn’t have a headache. There’s even a bar near the common area. Yet, here I’m sitting, soberly writing in my blog, trying to pass time until I can actually try to sleep. This is very unlike me… I hope it passes soon. I think this blog entry wins for most mundane so far.