Stacy and I are preparing for Costa Rica. 8 days to go and we are pretty much set. Airplane tickets purchased (sweet deal on TACA airlines), our apartment is reserved (apartment on 2nd floor of family home). Now we are spending time with family and friends who are in Phoenix, loading up the iPod, doing laundry, etc.

The whole thing really felt like it was meant to be. Two weeks ago, just before the Xavier Rudd concert at the Marquee Theatre in Tempe, we were chilling at Tavern on Mill and talking about life. Stacy has been thinking of moving to San Diego, and I have been thinking what the heck to do after being laid off from American Express. I was talking about wanting to spend some time in Central America, and Stacy was itching to do something different. We were both ready for some kind of adventure.

After talking about it all night, the deciding moment came amid a long percussion rif and dancing, sweaty, friendly hippies (of which Stacy and I are two). We both of looked at eachother and said "we are going to Costa Rica".

You only live once. That's all she wrote.