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The Engagement

Engagement is defined as "A promise or agreement to be at a particular place at a particular time." It’s also defined as "A battle." Our lunch date with Alice and Tim, when they finally got to the restaurant, was LOVELY. Getting there was a battle and it was all my fault. Fortunately, it turns out Tim is Special Forces so this battle was a relative piece of cake.

I LOVE hearing someone say, "I’m Special Forces." Unless it were my son saying it, of course. That would not be so wonderful. But I want to be Special Forces. In . . . → Read More About The Engagement

I Take It All Back

Jeez, I sounded really bitter in that last post, eh? Not any more. Criticia is back in her coffin, sleeping it off, and Pollyanna is recalled to life, disgustingly cheerful. After two days in Uvita [ooo-VEE-ta, think Evita except with an ooo], I’m mellow and mushy as a sloth. So what if there is a bubble? If you want to buy Costa Rica real estate and own a piece of this incredible paradise, why not? It’s your money. No matter what, it will always be a place to live. And . . . → Read More About I Take It All Back

Ceasar Salad (specially made)

This was the description of the first item on the menu at the Arenal Observatory Lodge. $6. "Specially made." Turns out, they were not kidding.

I lived in Manhattan in the early 80′s. Had Ceasar salad prepared table side at some fabulous restaurants: rub the big wooden bowl with lemon, toss in Romaine lettuce, raw egg, big fat homemade croutons, little olive oil, fresh Parmesan, whole anchovies… tossed and served by snobby old waiters in tuxedos. You can get ALL these ingredients in Costa Rica except the tuxedos.

Let’s just say this Cesar was nothing like that. . . . → Read More About Ceasar Salad (specially made)

Pura Vida Hotel

Well, I did it again. I invited myself to someone’s house for dinner. Conveniently, this person’s house is a Bed & Breakfast. And their dining room is a restaurant. Finally! I get it . . . → Read More About Pura Vida Hotel

“Cheeseburger! Cheeseburger!”

Or, in Costa Rica, "Hamburgesa con queso! Hamburgesa con queso!" [ahm-bur-GAY-sah cone KAY-sew] It’s a mouthful. And, if you have a teenager, you say it a lot.

A good cheeseburger in Costa Rica is hard to come by. Beef here is not that great; it tends to be gristly and just not flavorful. This came as a surprise because the country is littered with gigantic cattle farms. Gigantic farms, not gigantic cattle.

A friend who owns such a farm told me they sell the good cuts of beef overseas. Costa Ricans don’t eat much beef . . . → Read More About “Cheeseburger! Cheeseburger!”

Three Little Things

There are three little things that could keep me from being totally, insanely in love with Costa Rica: the book situation (lack of bookstores and/or a cheap way to get books here), good reasonably priced restaurants, and MOVIES. At this moment, lack of decent movies and/or movie rentals is at the top of my Things-Not-To-Love-About-Costa-Rica list.

Sunday was a good day for a movie, so we whipped out the La Nacion (the Spanish language daily Costa Rica newspaper which we can now peruse) and the Tico Times (the English language weekly) . . . → Read More About Three Little Things

Eating Out

You’ve heard all about Berny’s, our MOST favorite restaurant in Costa Rica. Tonight, you get to hear about the only other place where we look forward to eating which is, tragically, the food court at the mall. Perhaps with teenagers, that would be true anywhere. (We wouldn’t know. When you live in Key West, the closest mall is 100 miles away. Kinda far for dinner.)

At the food court, the boys get to have exactly what they want – which often requires trips to more than one bar – . . . → Read More About Eating Out

Berni’s

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