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"I’ve worked my way up from nothing to a state of extreme poverty." - Groucho Marx in Monkey Business Somewhere over the rainbow, there is no place like La Carpio. No place at all. My visit last Wednesday was so overwhelming, I’m having a hard time putting everything into words coherently. You know, like I usually do. 31 August 2007
 Comments are closed  Culture Shock, Donations, Economy, God, what a world!, Living-In, MOM, Nicaragua, VolunteeringThat would be the rain. The blogs down our way, like Erin all the way over in San Pedro to the east and Jen all the way over in San Ramon to the west, are talking ’bout endless rains. The past few weeks in particular. It’s been raining HARD and LONG. It’s 9pm now and it’s been raining pretty much non-stop since around one. Big loud drops and plenty of ‘em. The video is a drop in the bucket and it didn’t record the huge thunder roll that happened near the end… You . . . → Read More About All Day Long This is a letter from my friend Dennis to his friend John about moving to Costa Rica. Dennis leaves no stone unturned when investigating ANYTHING. He’s a geek and a dear man. I’ve met a few of his friends who are equally as interesting and dear. Lots of good information here, from a different perspective. If you are moving here, this is for you: – Hello John, I am currently in CR and have been here for a little over 7 months. I did quite a lot of intensive investigation concerning living and earning an income in CR and . . . → Read More About Dennis on Moving To Costa Rica Compared to the hundreds of people who lost their homes and histories to the recent floods in the U.S. and to Dean in the Caribbean, Mom’s adventure in Mexico was a snap. Not that the overpriced hellhole run by moronic cretins is off the hook. But some of the fire is gone. Compared to recent victims of Mother Nature, Mom is in excellent shape. For her, there is no lasting damage. We got home late last night. She’s fine, she loved having me there… even pissed, I’m fun. She, however, spent most of everyday in bed, recovering, sleeping. . . . → Read More About Home Again Big time. And the cretins who run the place are immune to Whoop Ass. So far, I am left with name-calling. But I’m not done scheming for a bit of tasy revenge. I don’t need much. Just $520 worth. Not even including the $50 for the bus ticket they told her to buy that she could not use. Not including the $200 for my plane ticket to come rescue her. Not including anything for her pain, stress and suffering which was plenty and plenty unnecessary. Nope: just $520 worth. Because $520 is the amount mom had to spend seeking . . . → Read More About Mayan Palace Sucks Ok, not really. I am flying to Mexico to rescue mom. Or at least have some fun with her for a couple of days. Her last few days have been so unbelievably stressful, I can’t stand it if one more thing goes wrong and she’s alone lugging that suitcase around. But more on that later. Dean’s pathetic eye is now over the Yucatan somewhere, down to a cat 1. Which is nothing to sneeze at. I’m now in the ATL airport where they have free wireless in Concourse E. They have free wireless in San Juan Santamaria International Airport, . . . → Read More About Into The Eye Mom just emailed me. She is alive and in a very nice hotel. Thank you, thank you. I guess now I have to give back the pink shirt I took from her room this afternoon to wear on the plane. I guess you can’t have everything. She wrote: Subject: Storm MamaI’m in Playa del Carmen for the storm. Travel impossible. Airport closed…buses full. Am at Sahara Hotel. Call or you can email me here until electricity goes. Have money problem. Brought little cash. Credit cards won’t work in most places and my debit card (new) is being refused. Need . . . → Read More About Storm Mama Nada. I sound calm but I’m a wreck. She wanted me to go with her and I didn’t want to. Too much on my plate here. Of course, now I’m kicking my self, suffering mightily that I didn’t go with her. But there you go. I’m here. She’s not. My sister-in-law called the FLL airport, got the police and they confirmed for sure that she was on the plane to Cancún. We called the consulate in Cancún and will call them back in 30 minutes to see if they have her in a hospital. Or jail. Or anywhere else. . . . → Read More About Still No Word Mom went to Cancún yesterday. Mexico. You know: that little tip of peninsula where Dean should be landing in just about 36 hours from now? Yeah. Now you know where I get it. Remember Hurricane Gilbert, 1988? Mom had had a trip to Cancún planned for months. Arrival 9/15, the day after. She went as planned. "The hurricane is gone. Stop looking at me like I’m crazy and sit on that suitcase." Little Miss Adventure Traveler. She was the only one there… but I’ll let her tell the story. If I ever see her again. . . . → Read More About Lost in… Somewhere |
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