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…
In a dual of epic porportions, torrential rains play kettle drums on my roof competing with roaring monkeys howling their supreme dominance to all. Dreams of easy hot nights posponed due to nature.
So my day starts with a cycle to work.. it is when I am the most connected to this place called Costa Rica. Not the only but definitly the most. The Pink Panther is not a speed demon so we aren’t breaking any records getting there and since it is about 7:20 am there aren’t…
Travelling Crone 