The BIG DAY is next week. Saturday the 8th to be exact. Married… again. Second time. My ex wife is in town along with her husband. She is here for Lucia’s baptism and not for the wedding. Que sorpresa! More stress though. They are here with my son Bob and his wifey and grandchild Jacob whom I have not seen in two years. My mind is falling apart. I am forgetting to return calls. I forget other
Costa Rica is not known for it’s fine cuisine. In general, this is probably a deserved reputation as it tends to be centered around rice, beans, chicken, pork, and beef (tongue especially is very popular here). However, how the above items are combined is within the realm of the cook and that makes all the difference. I find a lot of the cooking here to be really good! Generally, beef here is terrible. I
I am getting married on the 8th of October and I am REALLY getting nervous. So is my bride to be… known in this blog as ML, Maria, Luisa, Guisa and other assorted names, She has not been married in almost 20 years. I have not been married in about 15 years. 35 accumulated years of flying solo. We bounce around each other like 7th graders. (more…)
When I moved to Costa Rica, I was just amazed at the vast amount of horse pucky about this country. I met 75 year old couples who had been told they needed to get typhoid shots to visit Costa Rica. I met others who were taking quinine for the non-existent malaria. Other told me about how the water here will make you sick. Then, after I lived here a while… I found that there are things that people really
My friend Laurie died this week. At 40. It is a loss. I knew her for about 20 years… maybe more, and she lived a hard life. Not hard in terms of deprivation… she had everything… wealthy sucessful parents, a good job, a sometimes happy marriage… but a hard life nontheless for she was surely plagued by demons. Some of those demons were well documented… the drug use, the alcohol, the
One of the neat things about living in Costa Rica is the variety of cool fruits available here. Not all are automatically good to my taste. One particular fruit whose name I never bothered to learn for the obvious reason (I hate them) is a golf ball sized thingy that people cook for about two years, then eat with mayonnaise. Ticos (Costa Ricans) love them! However… one of the fruits that I trul
