hn22.

so it's been some time again since i've written, and for the time being there is a lack of news. i guess what i can write about are my thoughts recently, what i'm planning, what i want. i've been thinking a lot about this horse thing, and although many have their doubts, i feel as though i am ready for the whole experience. the training, the feeding, the riding, and the finale, the trip to panama or wherever it is that i chose to ride it to. I have checked the distance, and its about 1600 km measured by finger on google maps. if anyone can get me a specific distance, between capucas and the panama canal, i'm all yours. at 50 k a day, that should take about 32 days of straight riding. or 2 months with breaks. sounds pretty good to me. and i get to see nicaragua, costa rica, y panama. it should be amazing, and i think that the experience will be worth any hassle, trouble, or pain that i may endure in the process. plus, the solitude during the day, and meeting different people and families at night, should provide for quite a lot of variety and a dynamic which can not be experienced in any other way. and i really think i can do it. i rode yesterday again for 30 k, and it was wonderful. relaxed. and my ass doesnt hurt. and the horse wasn't even sweating. now all that's left is careful, careful planning. i think what would be a good idea would be to stop at villages where there are pc volunteers, maybe stay with them, hear their stories. compile them even. regardless, the seed has been planted, the bush has grown, and now the roots are so deeply buried, that i think it will take some work to convince me otherwise. on a different note, i think i am slowly getting accustomed to the whole loneliness business. not that i feel it any less, but it seems as though i am getting somewhat more numb to the whole thing. but i still miss people, things, food, places, from what i knew and loved in the states. but now i am growing to love what i have here, how i live, what i eat, who i know. and it seems as though a famous quote, which i remember from a stupid movie called JOE DIRT, applies more today than ever: "home is where you make it". bam, meaning of life, learned.