How did this happen? The year ended; I didn’t lose ten pounds, I didn’t write the great American novel, and I didn’t knit a sweater. Oh, that’s right; I live in Costa Rica. I don’t need the sweater any more. Now, about that little black dress I had planned to fit into for the New … Continue reading
This is the conclusion of “Loaded Brownies”. If you missed parts 1 and 2, the links are below. This is a TIA (Trans International Airlines) story of a Hadj adventure (flying Muslim pilgrims to Mecca) which took place in 1976. https://caroleconnolly.wordpress.com/2013/12/27/drugs-in-costa-rica-nigeria-saudi-arabia/ https://caroleconnolly.wordpress.com/2013/12/28/loaded-brownies-part-2/ John was our British ground representative stationed in Jeddah. Although part of the … Continue reading
On my first flight out of Kano, after boarding 485 passengers, the cabin crew positioned to perform the required FAA required seatbelt and oxygen mask demonstration prior to take-off. Our head stew announced that individual instruction would be provided for use of the toilet facilities. This was only understood by us crew-members since the passengers spoke … Continue reading
Marijuana is illegal in Costa Rica. It’s illegal, but decriminalized. So … smoke ’em if you got ’em. You probably won’t get into trouble if you have some pot for personal use. I don’t, but I don’t care if you do! I found a fabulous video done by the guys at “Doin’ Costa Rica”: http://doingcostarica.blogspot.com … Continue reading
“We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas … for the last 35 years, it has been a family tradition to march into a darkened room singing this song while carrying a flaming platter of plum pudding. Although we are not British, I adopted it some years back when gourmet cooking became … Continue reading
These were so much fun to read, I had to share them all! If yours did NOT get published (due to a variety of reasons), please email to me, caroleconnolly@gmail.com, and I will post them here! Thank you all so much. I cherish each and every one. Going Like Sixty wrote 1 week ago: … Continue reading
Shoes! I’m all about the shoes. It started with Bonnie in Brooklyn. We were best friends growing up in the projects in the 1950s. Post WWII, our families were struggling to build foundations for new starts. Money was scarce; our parents worked hard, yet, we were given weekly allowances, which we saved until we had … Continue reading
