These entries are so uninteresting and uneventful that I should be shame for writing and posting them; on the other hand, where there is tranquility, there is generally a modicum of groundedness that I cherish, and so it is with this appreciation for the small, the insignificant that I write in celebration of the breeze and the late afternoon light, both of which are discernable in this mundane photo.
In my quest for the necessary procedures for driving into Panama, I went to Parrita today and stopped into the lawyer's office where I met a wonderful woman who has a B&B in Marlboro, Vermont; we chatted about Curtis, music and Costa Rica, she living here about 4 months out of the year, and she explained the process for going into Panama, what was there when you got "there," and suggested I explore more around here, which is precisely what I decided to do. That, and get the car's window fixed so that I don't sweat to death and can open my door!
I read about a fishing cooperative in Tarcoles, a town I'd heard was a great fishing spot, so I drove the 45 minutes- one hour to get there, found the fish seller, bought a pristinely spotte
d mackerel and lined up a fishing adventure for Wednesday with Gino who has a small boat and whose mother, age 61, just died of asthma. His son, Gino, Jr., a little thing he was carrying, also was wheezing wildly, so we chatted about asthma, and I am going to bring my inhaler so he can write down the name of the med to see if he can get some. His younger brother also died of asthma - scarey stuff! So, I am to meet him at 7 AM on Wednesday, and we will just troll around the cove for 3-4 hours for snapper, jacks, etc... It's what I love to do, and I don't know why I haven't lined it up before this! And, no, I did not eat this whole fish tonight, but I did eat half, and it was lovely.
d mackerel and lined up a fishing adventure for Wednesday with Gino who has a small boat and whose mother, age 61, just died of asthma. His son, Gino, Jr., a little thing he was carrying, also was wheezing wildly, so we chatted about asthma, and I am going to bring my inhaler so he can write down the name of the med to see if he can get some. His younger brother also died of asthma - scarey stuff! So, I am to meet him at 7 AM on Wednesday, and we will just troll around the cove for 3-4 hours for snapper, jacks, etc... It's what I love to do, and I don't know why I haven't lined it up before this! And, no, I did not eat this whole fish tonight, but I did eat half, and it was lovely.
On the drive back I took this photo from the road just outside of Jaco. Some days I forget how exquisite this place is, and I begin to take it for granted. Worse, if I haven't run or gotten outside for some exercise, I begin to think the whole place is shabby and tawdry, and it can be, just as any place can be. It so much depends on our eyes and our soul at that particulat moment.
Coming home to my little haven, I realized that even my chair outside with 
my glass of flowers are lovely, and I stopped to appreciate them as well. I cannot remember whether I have posted the painting I tried to do of my first batch of flowers, but just in case, I am folding it into the m
ix.
my glass of flowers are lovely, and I stopped to appreciate them as well. I cannot remember whether I have posted the painting I tried to do of my first batch of flowers, but just in case, I am folding it into the m
ix.
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