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I can see the heat waves off peeling off the surface of the Earth, Distorting the view of houses in the distance. I have to drag my feet, forcing one in front of the Other.'m Almost There. I shield my eyes and look Towards my destination. A bead of sweat rolls down my nose and falls to the ground But I do not see WHERE it lands. I do not think it ever did Actually hit the ground. In this heat it evaporated Probably on the trip down. To Make Matters Worse, Are rubbing my feet raw Themselves Against the straps of my flip-flops. Hindsight is always 20/20 and, looking back, Were sandals a bad choice.'ve Developed a slight limp With Each step in an Attempt to reduce the pain from the blisters That Are yourte, past experience tells me that I will exhaust myself for a good ten minutes to actually open one and drink the water inside. I continue on my way, one foot slowly in front of the other.   

And this trip had started so simply. It was a lazy Saturday morning and, seeing as I had nothing else to do that day, decided on a hike. I decided to head north to the edge of my town where the road ends as I hadn't been that way in quite a while. I just wanted to go, swim in the river, and then come back. I thought it would be a relaxing stroll. Well…umm…not so much. Thing is, I forgot to take into account how far it actually is. If I had a bike this would have been a lot faster, but on foot it takes a good hour and a half (at least) to reach the river, even with my ungodly long legs. After a relaxing dip to cool off I thought about the return trip. Is there any way I could get a ride? Nope, not here in the middle of nowhere. So, grudgingly, I got out of the river and started, step by step, on the road back. Within ten minutes my shorts were completely dry from the swim, though my shirt was now becoming soaked in its own right – in sweat. Thus, more than three hours into my little excursion, I was on my last legs when my town finally came shimmering into view. I can't be more than fifteen minutes away and I spy Volcán Arenal shooting up from the flatness of the northern plains. Images of lava flash in front of my eyes as my feet take another burning step. I feel kinship with those people who walk across hot coals – I now know what it must feel like. I make it to the edge of town, and just in time. In an ominous sign, a bird has started circling above my head. I stare it down. Not today buddy. As I stumble past houses and cross the plaza I muster a weak

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and wave of the hand to my neighbors. When I get to my house I say, to no one in particular, what I say every day: “Damn it's hot.” I wipe the sweat from my brow and drop down on my bed. I ask my host mom the same question I always ask day after day like a broken record: "Do you think it's going to rain today?" It's not so much of a question as a plea. But I do not want it to rain. I want it to snow. I want to see the landscape Entire Covered in ice. Visions of blizzards across my closing Eyelids dance as I lay down for a nap. But in my heart of hearts I know That will never Happen. Damn this country is hot. Pura Vida

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