Category Archives: Costa Rica
Lost and losing it
Jack and I left at quarter to six. The party was about fifteen minutes from our house, and none of our geezer friends is ever fashionably late. As we bounced down the nameless road that connects us with the rest … Continue reading
I’m back
Perhaps you, my subscribers, have noticed that my blogs haven’t been bouncing into your inbox with the same frequency as last year and the year before. You might have read that I’ve been waging a bit of a battle with … Continue reading
Home invasion
Our home has been invaded three times now. The first two times, they tried to scale the outside walls and crawl in through the space between our roof and ceiling. The last time— I hope it will be the last, … Continue reading
Breastilicious?
The headline in the Costa Rica Star read, Topless ziplining and naked horseback riding. Really? Naked horseback riding? Imagine the condition of your inner thighs after an hour or more of clutching a leather saddle between them. Not to mention … Continue reading
An unutterably ugly word: malignancy
In my last blog, My body, my battleground, I wrote about finding a lump in my breast, and having a biopsy. That was a month ago, though it seems more like an eon. Not quite a week afterwards, my doctor’s … Continue reading
My body, my battleground
When I found the lump, I began to regard my left breast as my enemy. I really didn’t want to look at or touch it. Until forced to acknowledge the appendage as mine, I’d ignore it. I discovered the intruder … Continue reading
Ant revenge
When we returned from our trip to Puerto Viejo, our friend Louis, who had been staying in our house, pointed to the ground and said, “Hay hormigas cortadoras de hojas!” We saw a tiny flotilla of green sailing down the … Continue reading
A healthy balance on the credit side
Life has taught me to be a little nervous when I’m really happy. I want to knock wood, or refuse to speak of it for fear the feeling will disappear. I remind myself of the Chinese peasant in The Good … Continue reading
Goodbye dry season
Every morning my eyes popped open to the same sun-soaked, chirp-filled backdrop of palm and cedar trees. Not that I’m complaining. It’s hard to imagine a better alarm clock. Sun-shy, I wished, to little avail, for a few clouds during … Continue reading
Puerto Viejo adventure
We planned our first trip to Puerto Viejo, on the Carribbean side, to coincide with the visit of my daughter, Bonnie, and my two granddaughters, Maiya and Bettie Belle. The luscious tropical resort area is a seven-hour trip from our … Continue reading
