life @ 13

just when things were getting a little dull, they got duller (or) is my world slipping away?

greetings from costa rica. i find myself south yet again. my 100 mile day didn't go quite as planned (late start, hills, wind, more than 100 miles) but i am here in liberia, CR.
my alarm was set, my bags were ready, and the 1/2 dose of dramamine and 1/2 of american pie 2 had made me dozy, but as soon as i stretched out to go to bed the itching and burning all over my torso and upper legs put any chances of sleeping early and leaving early quietly under the covers. so friday i chilled out, watched some more movies and slathered myself with lotion. saturday i started off about 2 hours later than planned, easily enough to keep me from my century, as it's dark here by six and had only done about 75 (120k) miles by 4:30. my upper legs burned from rubbing against my cycling shorts and my chest just hurt in general -- and for good reason, as i discovered halfway through the day the sweat on my stomach had sandwiched itself between the old layer of skin and the new, making for an interesting sight. but continuing, i finished off the last 60k to liberia today.
a couple of days ago i was thinking that my journals (there's an offline one too) were getting repetetive and generally boring. not that i'm bored in any particular way, but despite the rapidly changing scenery my days had been starting to look all the same. and then i came to costa rica.
as i mentioned before i visited this town in my microtour of costa rica about three years ago, and i remembered passing a very enjoyable three days here. but something has changed, and the answer to the question is "probably both". maybe it's the mediocre burger king i just had, the swarms of tourists here (liberia is a major crossroad for northern CR), or the lack of nicaraguan girls, or the general feeling of sanity and sanitation that costa rica gleams in. maybe i really was trying to escape from something, and that the poor and dirty and war-torn areas provided shelter that the endemically peaceful ones don't. right now i really miss the chaos of san salvador. why did i even leave home (in the nationalistic sense) in the first place, and why do i want to go back yet shudder as i travel the road?
it's really strange, because i expected coming back to a familiar place would bring some sort of comfort, but instead it's made me want to head back into the wilderness. temporairly, i liked being lost, alone, and unable to partake in meaningful communication (my own world) -- maybe i just didn't get my fill.
so that's where i am. or something. i'm gonna lay low tomorrow and let my skin heal some more and make another attempt at flushing out these amoebas. i'm far from being stuck -- the options are endless -- but i'm gonna take a microsecond or two to decide if forward or reverse is the best course.