Frankly I am not sure if I’m still in Costa Rica for goodness sake! I’ve gone from pleasant hard-working Ticos who are clean freaks with an obsession for being on time to Rasta Regae time where it took 45 minutes to track down the key to my “room”. Alexander (one of Wolf’s trusted lieutenants)(where the hell is spell check!?)…
the path to the beach As I write this I am leaning against a pole on a small beach soaking up her energy to replenish mine. Based on people, I could esasily spend many years at Pryecto Asis… if only I could pick them all up and plunk them down right here. The white edged…
HazMat incidents for one… all I’m saying is that chemical warfare on the face is cruel & unusual punishment. I switched airlines in Denver which is where my checked luggage ended its journey for a while. I could picture it sitting on the tarmac all forlorn, watching me fly away. Oh yeah, first time they’ve ever lost…
I think that I should have started this last year when the concept was morphing from 2 weeks in Panama to 6 weeks in Costa Rica but crone time is a speeding bullet and often it is all I can do is to hang o, close my eyes and hope for the best. In my…
Travelling Crone 