Final Destination

I am back in Pavones, where I was about 5 weeks ago, and I intend to stay here for the rest of my time in Costa Rica. I have failed in a few things; I never took language classes, but my Spanish is not too terrible, I have learned some. I also did not make it to the Caribbean coast, but it has been raining and flooding over there. I never have gone to the highest mountian, nor intend to. Most of my time has been spent on the beach.
But I am looking towards home again in my mind.
Mostly I look forward to the things I cannot get here. I miss banana bread. I caught a whiff of something that was like it and it is consuming my mind. There are bananas here, and sugar, and everything, but I don't have a recipe, (hint hint but you must send it text or something, I have slow internet) and I don't have an oven or a pan.
I miss bacon. Its here, but expensive. Maybe I'll break down in a few days and get some.
I miss candy. Oh, how I miss candy. It is like missing alcohol or cigarettes for some other people, but I cannot get the right kind of jelly beans down here. They don't have good candy. Outrageous. I miss security, but since I'm staying in a place for a long time, I think I'll have a little bit more of that. Its not the same, though.
I miss having a car, being able to go all over the place so easily, but it makes me think about how pampered a life I've been living if these are the stupid things I miss. I can live without them, but I still miss them.
And I miss Altair. My Life on Water is not the same without her support. I have a board to stand on, but no mast to climb, no halyards to hang off of or sails to fill.
I have three weeks left here, and I intend to surf everyday I can, and dive as much as I can, but paradise would be having a sailboat down here, I think.