Someone left a ping back on my site, which was very sweet of him. But I couldn’t approve it because him and his girlfriend have bought a baby sloth as a pet. This breaks my heart, that this little innocent was likely ripped away from his mother and will never be allowed to be a…
It has been weeks since I dragged my ass and dirty laundry home and I have been slaving over hundred, nay thousands!, of my photos. Most of the time I am smitten by digital photography, thinking it the bees’ knees but not when I have to sift through the results of my trigger happy finger…
I drag my ass out of bed at about 6:30; feed Cat; wash teeth, brush face… or is it the other way around? Hopeful coffee is ready so armed with my Spanish/English dictionary I approach the kitchen and inquire to the cook’s health this fine/wet morning. If I am lucky I will get a Spanish…
march 11/12 I decided to splurge for my last week and I was crystal clear about what I wanted: QUIET! Which means no barking dogs, no roosters, no loud men proving virility via volume, no music, no drums and, even, no howler monkeys. I wanted my room/cabana/hut whatever, close to the water – not near-by,…
I am not going to drag you through all the angst-ridden details of this story, you just don’t deserve to be witness to all the drama and I don’t need the eye-rolling. Suffice to say I have confirmed my status as a card-carrying neurotic worthy of Woody Allen status. Seriously, I was obviously not drinking…
Travelling Crone 