Remnants

BEFORE


AFTER

Freaked me out the first time I realized that half of my tattoo was missing, though it does give you an idea of exactly how much tissue was removed from my back.

Now there are a couple of things that I must point out. First, don't get overly concerned about the brown spot on the left side of my back. That is a mole. The mole itself was never inked over for medical reasons and is actually in the original picture, though very difficult to see.

As for the scar, well it has only been 7 weeks since the surgery and the scar is still a vibrant red. I expect the colour to subside to a pale pink or possibly white within the next year.

As for the tattoo it self, I actually planning to have a tattoo artist design a new tattoo and have them reink it over the old one. I really don't know what it will look like yet, but I want the feeling of "flowing" or "organic movement" to be part of the design. I will post a picture when it is done. But that won't happen for at least a year or two.

The First of Many Updates

Brenda and I left for Costa Rica this morning at 10:30am. After waiting for a while at the Toronto airport, we flew without incident to Miami, which is where I am updating this blog from. Isn't technology cool!
Anyway, the trip so far has been without incident, however, I have discovered that I am a bit of a nervous traveller. (Brenda is laughing her ass off right now!) Brenda keeps threatening to drug me or give me more booze. Personally, I am going for the latter.

Stick around. It can only get better!

So it is 12:57am (local time) and we have finally arrived at Apartote La Sabana, 3 hours late. Aaaaggghhhhh!

Apparently there was a "problem" on the plane that was suppose to bring us to San Jose and since it was delayed, we were delayed. The best part is that the taxi that was suppose to pick us up at the airport was not there and, of course, everybody was trying to give us a lift. At one point two guys decided that we were a lost cause, lent us a phone to call the hotel to request a taxi. 15 minutes passed and still there was no taxi. By this time one guy had another fare and left. The other guy was still hanging around. I guess since Brenda and I looked tired (and the guy was sick of waiting with us) he popped us into some other guy's taxi and assured us that this guy knew where he was going! Can you tell what is coming?

You got it. The taxi driver had no idea where Apartote La Sabana was. He took us to the sister hotel, got directions and finally, after driving around in circles, got us to the right place.

We checked in, changed into our pj's, and remarked on how we were like two little old ladies travelling to Florida for the first time. We have a bed, we are tired and now we are off to sleep.
See you in the morning.