What do I have to write about??

I know that my tittle wasn't original at all, I do... But I'm just trying to keep all the steps to improve my English skills :D
I don´t even know how this web page works... And I can't understand why do I haven't any followers :c
I'm from Costa Rica, it´s known as "The happiest country in the world" ... But to be honest, I don't believe it.. I mean, like in any country, some of us have a good life, we are not rich but we live well.. but we can also find poor people everywhere and the government sucks... I don´t know what to write about..so, I would say Goodbye! :D

The Advanture in The USA

Hi everybody. I went to American Consular yesterday for the a visa interview and my visa has been approved and so I'm gonna going (gonna is slang, so could be appropriate sometimes) go to the USA this summer. I'll work as a ride operator in an Amusement Park which is the in Utah. I am really so excited and happy to be go there. I hope I'll have a nice time and at the same time I'll get new experiences. :) Do you have any suggestions for my travel plan? I'll travel about 2 weeks after my work.

That sounds so exciting!  I live in Colorado, which is the state next door and Utah has some beautiful national parks!  I'd recommend Zion National Park (a beautiful canyon area, it might be my favorite National Park in the US), and Arches National Park near Moab, Utah. If you want to swing by into Colorado, there's also Rocky Mountain National Park, The Great Sand Dunes, Garden of the Gods, as well as a lot of beautiful mountain areas.  If you want to get out of the west, keep your eyes out for cheap plane tickets to larger cities such as New York or Chicago.  Have fun!

New work

My new work is really different. I stay in at home and I do thinks things like study English, prepare apresentations presentations, answer emails, researching the prices about of beauty products and finally I have to writing write about my day and post it in on a blog to my bosses. After Before that I was a seller and it was so boring!

Eduardo Galeano has died.

The Latin American writer Eduardo Galeano died early this monday, I just learned the news a couple hours ago and makes wonder why the good ones die and the bad ones who are creating wars in the Middle East and many other places stay. <em>((The sentence was a statement of wonder, therefore no question mark was needed.  A lot of native speakers mess up on this too!))</em> 

Of course, there are some people that will point him out as a bad man because of his revolucionary thinking and his support for leftist parties. Such parties which I will never support, even though I always felt comfortable reading some of his books. I was around 12 or 13 years old when I got the book "Las venas abiertas de América Latina" translated to "Open Veins of Latin America" I was totally amazed by the way he portrayed the situation of Latin America.

In this book he deeply analyzes the history of the continent, economic exploitation, and the political domination to which Latin America has been submitted, from European colonization until now. I have also been amazed and completely identified with his short poem called " Los nadies"/ The Nobodies" which goes like this: 

The Nobodies:
Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream of escaping poverty: that one magical day good luck will suddenly rain down on them–will rain down in buckets. But good luck doesn’t rain down yesterday, today, tomorrow, or ever. Good luck doesn’t even fall in a fine drizzle, no matter how hard the nobodies summon it, even if their left hand is tickling, or if they begin the new day with their right foot, or start the new year with a change of brooms.

The nobodies: nobody’s children, owners of nothing. The nobodies: the no ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits, dying through life, screwed every which way.

Who are not, but could be.
Who don’t speak languages, but dialects.
Who don’t have religions, but superstitions.
Who don’t create art, but handicrafts.
Who don’t have culture, but folklore.
Who are not human beings, but human resources.
Who do not have faces, but arms.
Who do not have names, but numbers.
Who do not appear in the history of the world, but in the police blotter of the local paper.
The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them.

It's sad that I had to write about him now that he is gone. What a bad habit of us.
Write in peace Eduardo Galeano....

<em>((Wonderful command of the language, I wish you the best.  As a Spanish learner, I would love to read some of Galeano's work, what a beautiful poem!))</em>