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…
So I will give a warning here: this is going to be a negative posting. Sorry. Well it was bound to happen and I’m impressed it took me till the 4th week to hit the blues wall. Likely being sick didn’t help but being around people 24/7 for 4 weeks I’m sure was more of…
(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…
Travelling Crone 