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.