lucia and ty, 10 and 7, were finishing their year here with mom and dad. lucia was precocious, in that way that means, "talkative and a little snotty." very cute. we shared green mango and salt on the bus as she sighed an american sigh about how the park folk at manuel antonio wouldn't give them the resident price because they were white. "i mean, they wouldn't believe that we were costa rican," she moaned. hee. she told me she missed snow. i sympathized.
travel is in the details. like the detail of what steals your food when you're having a picnic or eating on a patio. i spent the morning feeding sugar packets to some kind of crested paradise bird. i am the most terrible tourist ever, i know. but i mean, geez. doing this, i met ain, a 40-something woman from argentina who had left her four kids in buenos aires and moved to puerto viejo with her boyfriend to start some kind of chinese medicine "project." she talked my ear off about reiki and lost love (the boyfriend is still in puerto viejo, because, "the energy here, it's just so intense, you know?") and then said she was on her way back. i said, "well, at least you'll be able to see your kids!" she shrugged. "eh, lo que sea."
what does the day hold? perhaps a waterfall? no kayaks here on the peninsula, sorry. time to kick back and be a hippie.
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