July 31, 2010
Well, this is the end of my second month in-country. Amazing! Actually, I’m writing this Friday (through Sunday) night and tomorrow is the end of the month, but I anticipate sending this manana. Two months under my belt and it feels like I’m living almost anywhere – except for the language barrier. I am glad, however, that I have something to keep me occupied with the computer each day. Keeps my mind working and kills a few hours each day.
Boring stuff, and probably like most retirees. Get up late – but not too late because they’re building on to one of the units and the bandsaws and hammers get started about 8. Then it’s OJ and coffee while I read ESPN and USA Today online (hate reading online; hate the whole experience of trying to read online; it’s chaotic and time-consuming). That takes me to 11, when I cook a brunch of whatever sounds good at the time – and for which I actually have ingredients in the frig. Usually, it’s a scrambled egg, bacon and toast. Or pancakes. Or french toast (I almost capitalized French there journalist friends). Then, it’s some computer/Web work, or, as I did Friday, check out the fishing. Decided to just walk to the beach and fish the shoreline with an artificial. Surf was pretty rough, but had a nice long walk. There’s very little sun during the day so I’m not actually building up a tan. Quite pale, actually. In Sarasota by this date, I would be passing.
Pretty un eventful day. Stayed in all day on the computer or watching TV, BTW, and John will appreciate this, I can watch current episodes of NCIS, my favorite show, on Tuesdays at 6. A little bit of home here in CR. Went out to Ole but they close the tables on Saturday night for some reason, so headed down to Tabacon. Jack was unable to join me this time because his computer died and he had someone coming over to fix it. A dead computer, for an expat, is a serious thing. Never made it to Tabacon, however, as I was intercepted by a Tica half way there. Read whatever you want to into that one.
Had my usual Sunday breakfast of pancakes and decided I needed some exercise. It was time to explore the south end of the town by foot, and find the road to the end of the beach. Pleasant day for a walk, with nice ocean breezes, especially when I walked the beach coming back. I never did find the road to the beach but I did find one that was 300 yards or so from the end of the beach. Walked halfway there looking for a river or fisherman and found neither. However, what I did discover is that this end of the beach is far flatter into the ocean, meaning smaller surf. I could actullay have walked out and cast past the main breakers. There also was some bait in the water. Tomorrow I plan to bike down there. The post office (correo) is on the same road and I need to send a letter to my IRA firm to give them my new addresses. So I’ll just post that letter and head to the beach for another try at fishing.
Sunday is when all the Ticos come out. They were filling the fast food places around the corner from me (KFC, Quiznos, Subway) and there were lots of cars on the street. Looks like there’s a good number of turistas in town, also. Plenty of people on the beach, too. This town is primarily made up of hotels, turista apartments, restaurants, bars, grocery stores of all shapes and sizes. Most everything is on the main drag. If you get off that in the center of town and go inland you will find a large area of Tico residences; looks kind of like where I was in Quepos. Between the main drag and the beach, on the few roads that go to the ocean, are bars, restaurants, hotels and some local living quarters. On the south end of town, there is nothing on the mountain side and mostly local residences on the beach side. BTW, found a Hard Rock Casino at the south end (please note to Curtis).
Sunday night/making friends
When I was growing up, we moved pretty much every two years. My dad was in the Marine Corps., which meant 2-year rotations. sometimes, he had to go overseas and be separated from his family. That happened in 1992-1993 when he was sent to Okinawa. Anyway, this constant moving must have had some effect on my brothers and me. Apparently, with me, it has created some social skills or adaptability skills that translate into getting along in new places. Go figure! Why do I mention this? Tonight, when I asked for a cervezza from one of the regular bartenders (both women), she got me a Pilson without asking. Obviously, she was on board as me being a regular. But she and the other bartender always seemed a bit distant. Then, it occurred me – I had not introduced myself to her or the other female bartender. Shame on me. got nice smiles when I did introduce myself. Will pay dividends down the road.