I got kicked in the stomach today. I was rushing to get out the door to walk to a hair salon where they don’t take appointments on Saturdays – only Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and they don’t speak English, only Spanish. I wanted to quickly check email in case there was news about my husband’s arrival … Continue reading
I’m not a birder. When I think of “birders”, the image of that lady on the Bob Cummings Show comes to mind. She wore a funny hat, actually I think it was a pith helmet, and maybe had a whistle around her neck. She was kind of geeky, which today is considered cool. Yeah, that’s it: … Continue reading
Fireworks were at the ready for the big party in Nosara; not only was it July 4th, which is only meaningful to the U.S. ex-pats since Costa Rica’s Independence Day is September 15th, but it was my Papa Nuevo’s big Seven-oh! Don has been my “Papa Nuevo” (new dad) for the past twenty-one years. My … Continue reading
I took his picture. He cocked his head and looked at me expectantly. What? We have iguanas at home in Costa Rica. They mostly live in trees. They don’t beg for food. They don’t strut around posing for photos. They leave us alone and eat bananas. This iguana clearly looked like he expected something from … Continue reading
Neither can I! Friday is Feria Day (Farmer’s Market) in Atenas. Costa Rica is indeed rich in resources. When it comes to the Farmer’s Market, the fresh produce is beyond compare. I went there specifically for a papaya. I came home with a bagful for one thousand colones ($2). They look beautiful in the Annie Glass dish as well … Continue reading
… is in the eye of the beholder. I carefully coddled this beauty in my carry-on when I moved to Costa Rica. It was hand-made by a man who was told he would never walk again, much less create art pieces such as this frog. Jason was a handsome, dynamic CEO of a software company, a … Continue reading
Part 7 I nearly missed him. His skinny brown body clad in well-worn, faded clothing blended in with the bare, soiled mattress. The thing that caught my eye was his hand sticking in the air frozen in a claw-like position. I didn’t hear any sound, didn’t see any movement, and didn’t detect any life coming … Continue reading
