If you have never seen choas incarnate,
fly into San Jose.
Among the mass of people thronged at the railing seperating those arriving, those
waiting and those selling something, I spotted a friendly and familiar place.
45 minutes later, we actually managed to get out of there. The ride to the finca was
crazy. I thought I drove bad. Wow. We arrived here, 4500 ft above sea level and I enjoyed
the view of the city down below.
It is warm. Even at night, when those that live here say that it is cool, I walked
outside in my silk pj's and was happily warm. It feels good to be south again.
My host is gracious. I asked if I could have a kitty while I was here. I was presented
with one upon my arrival. She is sleeping in my lap as I speak.
Tomorrow we all head out to Nicaragua for some tarpon fishing. The big ones are there..
the 200+ lbrs. We will all stay overnight and then fish early on Tuesday before the work
begins. We have to get the boats back to here. We have to do it without being eaten by
crocs. The adventure has begun.
I sit here, kitten asleep in my lap, warm breeze blowing outside, hammock awaiting me
to get tired, glass of fresh squeezed orange and pineapple juice, and am happy. I know not
what tomorrow holds. Each day is a new adventure. I know I will wear shorts again... and
will bask in the heat of the sun, and fish for the silver king, and I will not forget to
bow when he comes rising out of the water.
Talk again soon.