question: I love standing outside in a rain storm . The wind buffeting me from its ever - changing directions , lashing me with rain . My hair flying around and matting to my head .
Q: Why may the narrator 's hair be so dirty ?

answer: The wind is hurting it .

question: hello everybody , As this is my first blog , you will have to bear with me and follow my stream of conscious narration . Right now I ' m sitting in an internet cafe in San Juan Del Sur , on the south western tip of Nicaragua on the Pacific side . I ' m here with a Canadian couple I met 4 days ago in Tegucigalpa at the Tobacco Inn , a Honduran Guest House recommended by the lonely planet . We became friends because we had several things in common : we shared a bathroom , in addition to the 6 other guests , with the 7 hondurans that lived in the hotel and the bar patrons .
Q: Where may I be writing this blog post ?

answer: Nicaragua

question: There 's a centeredness I feel I can attain , in conjunction with a little faith , where I can sort out my life and not be so afraid about some of the choices I make or may have to make , despite good results or bad consequences . There 's a time and place , a moment , where I can say " I 'll be okay " and I will be . I believe this is one of those moments . But I believe this moment is bigger .
Q: What is the reason that I am okay .

answer:
I am centered .