All kinds of adventure
I love it here! I'm trying to find a new word, because I use 'amazing' so often. But 'prodigious' isn't going to work for me. It's been another fabulous week for me.
How about today? It's almost 10am. I was supposed to go to water yoga with my Mom and a friend, but it didn't pan out. That's ok, there will be another time. The monkeys were howling starting about 4am. It's dark, I'm half awake, and these cool creatures are close by and have something to say. They were right across the street, which isn't unusual, but they seemed even louder than normal. It was constant, I could not go back to sleep. It's a good thing I love their crazy sounds, and I can always take a nap later.
Someone left a mango on the walkway upstairs, and it was half eaten in the morning. No wonder the monkeys sounded so loud! Mom says the monkeys have never been in her yard. But Ron says he examined the mango and the tracks in the dust. One of the guests says she's sure they were right outside her door. I said: so you're telling me that the monkeys kept me up half the night because they were serenading you?? That makes me laugh.
Yesterday was a riot! 4 of us went to a parade to celebrate the 70's, an age of aquarius themed event. A ''festival of music, peace and love". We decided to dress up, it was like Halloween. It turns out we weren't watching the parade, we were going to be IN the parade. There were only about 30 old non-Costa Rican people when we started. We gained people as we walked through town. Someone handed me a bongo drum, I was so happy. I've always wanted to play one. I really want one now. Half the people had shakers, it was so loud and noisy. We followed a small truck with a drummer and guitar guy, with loud speakers. There was a good sax player walking along, and a guy with an electric flute. It was silly, it was fun, it was chaotic. I was laughing the whole time.
Sunday was an adventure too. We rode the bus for an hour, then walked 20 minutes, then arrived at church about half an hour early. I take my Spanish lessons, and I can do pretty good reading it. But it's like learning English and then being around a lot of Southern slang. It was good, though. A refugee from Venezuela talked for 2 hours about being self sufficient. Her Spanish was easier to understand! People here mumble.
We had a visit with some goats too, in a field next to us. 4-5 adorable small goats who wanted to say hello through the fence. It made me almost miss my 2 demanding and fascinating pygmy goats when we lived in California. Those goats were a lot of work, but they were pretty cool. They had to be milked every morning and every evening. They were friendly like a pet dog, but they were good at escaping their pen and eating things in the yard that they weren't supposed to. Like my blueberry bush.
Then there was the taxi ride home. The taxis here are maroon. This one was a dusty small truck. Try getting in to one with a skirt on. The handles over the doors were missing, so there was little leverage. The air conditioning was rolling down the front windows - the back windows had the handles missing to roll up and down the windows. The driver was super friendly. He was straight out of a sitcom. His name was Wilbert, and he was very animated. He was quite cheerfully teaching us some Spanish as he drove. I like people, I like good conversation, but I didn't want this guy to be so happy. He was talking and waving around both hands. On a curvy road. It was a bit loco. I laughed, I cringed, and I gave up worrying. If I was going to get in a wreck because of an animated Tico, it was out of my hands. So it must be destiny. We made it back home ok though, it was a 45 minute drive.
I'm trying to remember what we did on Saturday, but everything is blocked by the sheer awe of buying tickets to Denmark. Oh, I went out for lunch with someone I kind of know, but wanted to know better. So I invited her for lunch, and it was really lovely. This is Samara, so we had lunch for an hour and a half. Tomorrow I have been invited to try a quigong class, and that should be fun. On Friday I have plans for another girl's day in town. We may even go to Santa Cruz, if we feel like it. Life is very full!
I better go, I still need to tell my Dad that we actually bought tickets. I've told everyone else except him! I have to coordinate when to call, 10am here is 3pm there.
I can neither confirm nor deny that there is a short video of the parade on Facebook.
How about today? It's almost 10am. I was supposed to go to water yoga with my Mom and a friend, but it didn't pan out. That's ok, there will be another time. The monkeys were howling starting about 4am. It's dark, I'm half awake, and these cool creatures are close by and have something to say. They were right across the street, which isn't unusual, but they seemed even louder than normal. It was constant, I could not go back to sleep. It's a good thing I love their crazy sounds, and I can always take a nap later.
Someone left a mango on the walkway upstairs, and it was half eaten in the morning. No wonder the monkeys sounded so loud! Mom says the monkeys have never been in her yard. But Ron says he examined the mango and the tracks in the dust. One of the guests says she's sure they were right outside her door. I said: so you're telling me that the monkeys kept me up half the night because they were serenading you?? That makes me laugh.
Yesterday was a riot! 4 of us went to a parade to celebrate the 70's, an age of aquarius themed event. A ''festival of music, peace and love". We decided to dress up, it was like Halloween. It turns out we weren't watching the parade, we were going to be IN the parade. There were only about 30 old non-Costa Rican people when we started. We gained people as we walked through town. Someone handed me a bongo drum, I was so happy. I've always wanted to play one. I really want one now. Half the people had shakers, it was so loud and noisy. We followed a small truck with a drummer and guitar guy, with loud speakers. There was a good sax player walking along, and a guy with an electric flute. It was silly, it was fun, it was chaotic. I was laughing the whole time.
Sunday was an adventure too. We rode the bus for an hour, then walked 20 minutes, then arrived at church about half an hour early. I take my Spanish lessons, and I can do pretty good reading it. But it's like learning English and then being around a lot of Southern slang. It was good, though. A refugee from Venezuela talked for 2 hours about being self sufficient. Her Spanish was easier to understand! People here mumble.
We had a visit with some goats too, in a field next to us. 4-5 adorable small goats who wanted to say hello through the fence. It made me almost miss my 2 demanding and fascinating pygmy goats when we lived in California. Those goats were a lot of work, but they were pretty cool. They had to be milked every morning and every evening. They were friendly like a pet dog, but they were good at escaping their pen and eating things in the yard that they weren't supposed to. Like my blueberry bush.
Then there was the taxi ride home. The taxis here are maroon. This one was a dusty small truck. Try getting in to one with a skirt on. The handles over the doors were missing, so there was little leverage. The air conditioning was rolling down the front windows - the back windows had the handles missing to roll up and down the windows. The driver was super friendly. He was straight out of a sitcom. His name was Wilbert, and he was very animated. He was quite cheerfully teaching us some Spanish as he drove. I like people, I like good conversation, but I didn't want this guy to be so happy. He was talking and waving around both hands. On a curvy road. It was a bit loco. I laughed, I cringed, and I gave up worrying. If I was going to get in a wreck because of an animated Tico, it was out of my hands. So it must be destiny. We made it back home ok though, it was a 45 minute drive.
I'm trying to remember what we did on Saturday, but everything is blocked by the sheer awe of buying tickets to Denmark. Oh, I went out for lunch with someone I kind of know, but wanted to know better. So I invited her for lunch, and it was really lovely. This is Samara, so we had lunch for an hour and a half. Tomorrow I have been invited to try a quigong class, and that should be fun. On Friday I have plans for another girl's day in town. We may even go to Santa Cruz, if we feel like it. Life is very full!
I better go, I still need to tell my Dad that we actually bought tickets. I've told everyone else except him! I have to coordinate when to call, 10am here is 3pm there.
I can neither confirm nor deny that there is a short video of the parade on Facebook.
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