Despedidas

In twenty four hours I will be on a plane headed back home.
Last night was my last night here in Costa Rica. I'd love to tell everyone about it, but I have no idea where to begin, let alone where I would end. Tapas, a police escort, the curator of an insect museum, a rastafarian taxi driver and lots of dancing were involved. I am running on three hours of sleep, because my internal clock, after 19 years of being dormant, has started to work, and I cannot sleep past seven o'clock. But I probably couldn't sleep if I wanted to because my host parents decided to get their front door refinished. Consequently, I've been writing my final field trip report to the gentle hum of an electric sander. I am dreading packing, and am dreading saying good bye to everyone and everything.