Whats up Panama

Hello World sorry it has been so long since my last post but we didnt have internet then didnt have time because we were running around a bit with people we met and scheduling our days around world cup which is always in the early morning here so we had to get up early blah blah blah. I just got bored. Right now we are in Panama! hurray but I dont have a back pack anymore, boooo. Let me tell you the extent of what we have been through.
After El Castillo which is still my favorite place that we have ever been we went all the way down the Rio San Juan, this was a six hour boat ride, beautiful but six hours on an over crowded boat. We saw Crocodiles wassup they were huge and make me not want to swim here, but still really really want to so we shall see. So after the six hour bus ride down the river we finally get to a place where there are no tourists, but it was probably one of the most depressing towns we have been to. It literally had the nic name "Grey Town" because it gets the most rain in central America and is always cloudy. So that night we tried to get a boat to Bluefields which was north of us along the Carribean Coast and we found out that the only boat that gets you there is 30 bones so we decided against it. It was a huge bummer but we had to back track back up the river. 24 dollars later and an early morning wake up we were on our way after staying in the town for probably 12 hours.
Side note... We came down to Nicaragua to originally get to know the locals and love them and be missionaries to the communities without an organization but we realized that we loved the guys that we hung out with in the last blog and decided that since we didnt meet any Christians in the back packing community we would go into it and simply love people and hopefully have great coversations and break peoples perceptions of what a Christian is. As we said before the trip as we see a need we will try to fill it. The need is in the back packing community and we are trying to fill it.
So we back tracked up the river and had the plan to go back up to Managua go to Church meet up with Mandy Rocamontes, suprise her, then start our new found mission. So we were there a few nights, stayed with Anne again and went to church to find Mandy the next day. We found her she was pumped and hopefully we lightened her mood. We also met a guy named Cobren. This guy is nuts. He is on fire for the lord and is the most exciting most annimated person I have ever met. We went to Mandy's orphanage with him and when we got there we were talking with him after Mandy showed us around, he encouaged us then we went to this school that he set up the next morning with him. We hung out at the school played some sports with some kids then the next day we planned on a trip for San Juan Del Sur. After much encouragment for Cobren and from the sharpes (Who are so nice that they let us stay at their house for free haha, so we had a nice house to ourselves for the night, Woot woot) we were on our way.
San Juan Del Sur is the most touristy spot in Nicaragua and where alot of backpackers go along with Surfers looking to truely shred the Gnar. So we stay at a really nice hostel which has free pancakes for breakfast and meet some people and this guy named Bubba who tells us about this place that is right off of the surfing beach where he is going to stay the next couple nights. The next day we decide to go there and stay for two nights. There were five people staying at this hostel, and we stayed in these little hobit sized rooms. Literally maybe four feet high concrete box with a fan, night light, and a matress. You literally had to crawl into the room. it was awesome. Also, we went delux because the other lower class hobit homes didnt have a fan, so hm the snobs of the hobits. Any way that day we were just hanging out on the beach and we met some locals who had just gone out to get oysters, clams and mussels and had loads of them. After eating the best oysters I had ever had for free and literally the size of your face, the biggest oysters I had ever seen. We cut one in half for both of us to try it and each half was the size of a normal oyster. HUGE. So we bought six but they gave us seven and we also tried clams and mussels and bought four mussels but they gave us five. So five dollars later we had a feast of shell fish awaiting us. After alittle swim and showing everybody what we were going to eat for dinner we decided to start shucking these oysters and feasting before it got dark. So we go get two big rocks eat and two knives from the hostel and had at it. We were Neanderthawls (cant spell sorry) we were sitting there trying to beat up these oysters with rocks and trying to open them with knives and after about an hour and thousands of suggestions later we had two oysters our slopped on a plate sitting in the sand and we wanted to try something new. Bubba suggested putting them over a fire and maybe they will open. After 20 minutes it got a fire going, Im a woman, and then we started to roast them and see what we could do. After aout an hour and a half to two hours nothing happened. These friggin rock looking animals would not friggin open. One of the most glorious tastes I have ever tasted was locked inside this impenatrible force of shell and rock-like demenour of these friggin oysters. So pissed, we did eat the mussels though, they were amazing. Either way after defeate we hungout with the others in our hostel and left after two nights.
Back in San Juan Del Sur for what we thought would be only one night, but after the US failed we were too late to get to Costa Rica in Time to not be stranded at the border with a bunch of crazy people and border control. So we stayed another night but couldnt get back into this pretty cool hostel that we stayed in but we saw one of the girls that we met earlier in the trip and she was working in the town and told us to come and stay at the same hostel that she did. So we did and that night turned out awesome. We hung out with this guy named Josh who happened to be from Virginia, lived in Chesterfield but now goes to school at VCU. So that was fun to be with another Virginian, So we made dinner together then hung out with our Irish friend who invited us to stay at the hostel. She had some friends for work coming over and so we all hung out with theme. As the night progressed I realized the lady who I was talking to was adimate (cant spell) about the fact that men are the problem with the world. After agreeing with her yet talking about the depravity of mankind and explaining what a man should be in the the Christian faith many interesting conversations arrose. After her liking me for my take on what a man and womens role in the world was she proceed to tell me that because I was a Christian I am telling her that she is going to Hell. Intense didnt do that wouldnt do that and after a long while of her telling me that I was wrong and that she is a good person and does good things, the conversation ended. Tried to talk about Jesus, but she wasnt havin it, bummer but we move on. But it did start a great conversation with Josh who we hung out with for the rest of the night and talked to him about Christ and our new mission started to see reality. We had a great conversation and he considering himself a Nihilist listened to us respectibly and through in his own thoughts on the matter but really thought about the stuff we were talking about. We were pumped and the next day we went down and visited Josh and Brandon.
After an entire day of riding five different busses and getting saved by many people that we met who showed us where exactly to stand to catch the right bus to get to the right place to eventually get to Jaco. So we get to Jaco and I want to make this clear that locals in most towns dont know where anything is and give the worst directions ever. So after walking about ten blocks in the wrong direction we turn around get better directions from two different sources telling us the same thing, and after meeting about four drug dealers we start our treck down a dark street with our back packs on and drug dealers rolling around on their bikes right by us. We get to the Christian Surfers Hostel where brandon Duke and Josh Poe are staying and the gate is locked. After writing and angry note the two gentlemen roll up out of the darkness from dinner. Pumped, hugs, Rad broski talk, and much use of the gnar later they tell us that we can sleep in hammocks for five bones, so we do... The next couple days we chill with these guys and have a great time meet some locals, mandy's cousin, and other missionaries in the area then we catch a buss to San Jose. On the three hour bus ride to San Jose without falling asleep and my bag was stolen... It was right over my head I have no clue how one he did that and secondly how nobody behind me said anything. After getting to San Jose I wasnt really bummed other then the fact that my favorite board shorts and my favorite soccer shorts were stolen all he got was two shirts two other pairs of shorts and my favorite flanel and my bible and my ATM card. I cancled it and so he really got nothing. So right now I have my Gnar shreddin tank light blue shorts, bandana, and my trusty Toms Chillin in a ridiculous hostel in Panama City. Less stuff to carry and it will take only about 20 bones to replace my stuff so onward we go and hope that guy is happy with some of my favorite clothing. I dont really know what he can do with a flanel though. So no back pack super dirty but Ive got my tank and that is all that matters. Oh yeah and by the way woot woot and PEACE!