For the average procrastinator, it was a hectic and stressful day. Everyone was in work mode, well, except for those who actually got their work done on time—kudos to you! For some of us, we started working from when we got up at around 8-ish in the morning to around dinner time which was at 6 PM and to be honest, it’s not as bad as it sounds. We blasted our favorite tunes and sung until our hearts gave out to throwback songs. One could almost say that that would be the reason for our late accomplishment but to me, there isn’t any other way to finish work other than to finish it in style.

When dinner had finally approached, we were taken to a small burger place a little further behind the hostel and all I have to say on that matter is that God had granted us such a privilege ‘cause, Oh my God, that was the best, most juicy burger I have ever eat in my entire 21 years of living.

On our way back to the hostel, we stopped by a practicing band in an empty parking lot, coincidently the same one we stopped by the first night we stayed here, at Quepos and any stress and pressure that was still lingering slowly melted away with every drum stroke as I was reminded why we were here and everything suddenly became OK.