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…
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…
(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…
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 