(obviously this is out of order… sorry but I had no internet at the time) Where to start… well first I have found one of the tiny bits of the world where internet is this finicky, so obviously I haven’t been very communicative. Plus I have been so freaking busy, asleep at 9 & up…
Well it had to happen some time, right? I mean I am awfully causal about what I eat (if I hear one more warning about ceviche I am going to scream…ok it could have been that but I’m betting on Jorge’s greasy scrambled eggs). All I know is I’m sick – achy, headache, nausea and really,…
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…
Travelling Crone 