Costa Rica was beautiful, tranquil, and serene, but after three weeks, like a true urbanite, I started to miss the hustle and bustle of city life. I'm glad to be back in New York.
To my surprise, I had a hard time finding the hot papis. For a tropical, beachy Latin country, they really let themselves go. I blame it on the fact they're very Catholic. Keep gays in the closet = no one to keep a high standard physique = no one to criticize your fat, sloppy ass. I'm glad to be back in New York.
I also couldn't blog (or post pictures) while I was in Costa Rica. Instead, I wrote in my journal. I was going to select choice passages to share here, but I can't find the damn thing. So while I go look for that, you can enjoy the picture-postcards I've added. Aren't you glad I'm back in New York?