Well almost 3 months later, the last chapter is done… life has a way of sucking up my energy and time. Usually when I travel I spend as little time in cities as I can, especially where the big airports are. Lets face it I get to live in one of the most beautiful cities…
It has been weeks since I dragged my ass and dirty laundry home and I have been slaving over hundred, nay thousands!, of my photos. Most of the time I am smitten by digital photography, thinking it the bees’ knees but not when I have to sift through the results of my trigger happy finger…
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…
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!?)…
Travelling Crone 