I made it!
I'm writing from the cozy Hostel Casa del Parque in San Jose, Costa Rica. It's filled with the sort of characters you'd expect to see in a Central American backpackers hostel: some Brits watching the UK election results, a German hydrologist learning to salsa, a Dutch entrepreneur.
The city overwhelmed me at first. I was walking through a park yesterday when I realized - I don't know how to say tree! (El árbol) I don't even know what to call this day of the week! (miércoles)
Everything is new and I barely know how to buy groceries or cross the street. But that's one of the best parts of traveling. You see the world with a child's eyes. Successfully asking a stranger for directions can be a massive victory.
And the best part of being a child again is that when everything is new, you learn so much so quickly. While my Spanish is utterly atrocious, I know a great deal more than I did two days ago. I wander the streets and pick up phrases from street signs and passers-by. And I can kinda conjugate several verbs. Watch out world.