A few stories…
experienced the dreaded “being pulled over by the local police”. We were on
your way to
Back to the road trip….two police officers had pulled their squad car off to the side of the road and set up a little speed trap. With mini orange cones sectioning off their area and radar gun in hand, they waited for their prey; this being a typical scenario. We knew were “caught” when we approached them, as one officer stepped out on to the road and waved us to stop.
With nerves high, we waited in our car as one of the officers approached us. We were unsure of how to handle the situation as we had heard stories of “paying off” the police and then conflicting advice to not and to take the ticket. With only Spanish being spoken, we were able to communicate that we lived permanently in Esterillos Oeste and along with Kurt’s Costa Rican driver’s license; we had hoped that not being a tourist would aid us in this situation.
It looked like
it was not going to go in our favor when the officer returned with our
paperwork saying, “Ten thousand colones ($22) for the speeding ticket”. At that
moment I remember thinking, ‘Okay, does that mean he wants us to pay it NOW or
was he going to give us a ticket?’ I really wanted neither. So I started saying
“No ticket, no ticket” and then used the only tool I could think in the moment
and pointed to the nasty looking incision on my leg, which was propped up on
the dashboard (it actually looked worse than it was, as I had just applied Polysporin to it, which made it look like it was oozing). “Emergencia,
A common occurrence living is our little village is the uncertainty of having electricity or not. Most of the time it is only mini loses that come and go throughout the day, but one day we experienced a new sensation…too much electricity. While Kurt was taking a shower, the girls were still sleeping, and I was starting the coffee for the day, everything seemed status quo. Then for a second or two it felt as if our house was possessed. The fan that was directed my way went from the first setting speed to the third on its own, the computer surge protector started beeping and then smoke poured out of it, and the lights that were turned on increased in brightness, so much that the bulb in the bathroom blew, sending shards of glass everywhere (no one was hurt). Apparently the ground wire that runs up to the house (the wires are just strung through the trees that line the property) became disconnected causing the house to go from 120 volts to 240 volts. What a surge that was! Needless to say we have contacted the owner of the house who has promised to properly rewire the house, but that was a month ago. We are definitely looking forward to getting into our own, correctly wired, house in the near future.
Finally a Puppy!
For the last few
years, Tiana has been pleading, begging, and bargaining for a puppy. She and I
had actually had been volunteers at DAWG in
After returning from CA early November (we had gone back to wrap up loose ends) we discovered that a stray dog had just had nine puppies behind the local corner store. Even though I wanted a dog, especially one that would sit on my front porch and bark at approaching strangers, because of my leg (I had to stay off of it for two months) I wasn’t open to the idea of getting one at that moment.
Day after day Tiana would plead her case on why we should get one of those puppies now. So finally after figuring out the only way to end the daily bombard of reasons, I gave my approval and immediately off went Kurt, Jennaka, and Tiana to the market (actually behind it) to pick out our puppy. Fifteen minutes later the three returned with smiles beaming a mile wide each and carrying our little three week old mutt, Josie. (See photos) She was named Josie after Josie and the Pussycats, since we already have our two cats.
After weeks of cleaning up pee and poo everywhere in the house (thank goodness for an entirely tiled house!), Josie, at the age of two months old, was officially relocated to the front porch. To our pleasure she has adjusted well to her new position and is proving to be a great watch dog. And Tiana….she is currently campaigning for her next puppy as she feels that Josie should have a companion on that porch.
Cosmo Makes Five
While at the Vet in Jaco getting Josie her vaccinations, two kittens laid about a small pen outside the office, an orange striped kitten and a little white with gray kitten. Quickly, we noticed that the white kitten had only three legs and were later informed by the adoption personnel that this kitten came to them with a crushed back leg. His surgery had gone well and besides having one less leg, he was doing fine. They did fear, however, that he would never find a home due to his “uniqueness” and would end up spending his life in that very pen.
I knew that the meeting of those kittens would not go without a plead for one, but to my surprise it wasn’t the four-legged orange kitten that my girls were begging for, but instead the three-legged white kitten. Jennaka and Tiana just knew that if we didn’t give him a home, no one would. Well, we could not deny such openness and acceptance and besides the fact that he is really cute…so on January 10, 2005, Cosmo became our third cat and fifth pet in our family (the fifth is Jennaka’s Christmas gift from Tiana, a Beta fish named Leo). Josie loves to lick him when she gets the chance, and our other two cats, Bubbles and Lizzie, aren’t necessarily thrilled with the newest member, but are tolerant. Guess you can’t ask for more than that.
In early January
we received our first visitors from
We had a grand time, playing four games until finally the sun set leaving us to a moonlit dip in the warm ocean. A dip that we were very anxious to take, as we quickly learned that playing on a black sandy beach is a completely different beast than we are use to. We had black sand sticking everywhere and to our dismay the stuff just doesn’t come off easily. Instead of looking like a sugar donut after taking a dive for the ball, we looked like a burnt sugar donut. After the dip in the ocean, a rinse in one of the outdoor showers, and a swim in their pool, we finally felt that we were de-sanded.
conversation, good wine, microwave popcorn, and fresh pastries and pizzas from
a local French baker that apparently drops by the hotel nightly to sell it
goods to the guests, completed our night at Playa de Este (