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“Mom, are we here as guests or volunteers?”

Ryan is a lovebug. Spontaneously affectionate, huggy, sweet. Morgan, although he adores me (of course, who wouldn’t?), is not spontaneously affectionate. When the boys are away, Ryan calls me to chat probably once a week, sometimes a few days in a row if there is something to share. Morgan would have to be away for at least three weeks before he would think about calling me. He’s just like that.

But three days at Rancho Mastatal, and Mo calls. "Wow," I thought, "he wants to chat!"

Not exactly: he wants to know if they are there as . . . → Read More About “Mom, are we here as guests or volunteers?”

The Geographical Center of Nowhere

That’s where we dropped off los tres muchachos yesterday. Good ‘n far away! Actually, the odometer says it’s only 47.7 miles from our house. The 2.5 hour drive at 20mph makes it seem across the world. Thank goodness it’s another one of Costa Rica’s truly amazing drives, ending at one of its most amazing places: Rancho Mastatal [mah-stah-TALL].

WARNING: Boldly extravagant use of superlatives ahead. I actually use the word "awesome" and mean it. Sorry. You’ll also have to suffer through amazing, astonishing, astounding, breathtaking, exceptional, extraordinary, fantastic, fantastical, incredible, magnificent, majestic, marvelous, miraculous, outstanding, . . . → Read More About The Geographical Center of Nowhere

Three Dudes

Budding Mafiosos, from the look of ‘em. Mo gets special mention as a Cuban narcotraficante lookalike. That ‘stache adds to the mystery, eh? Wonder how much money one of those narcotraficante guys make? Just kidding… drug money could not be worth it.*

Robert ("the dad, old like us Hal") said:

"Yeah, they looked pretty good. They went to an area where there are lots of teens, but they complained that most were 8th graders. One car of teen girls yelled, ‘nice . . . → Read More About Three Dudes

Boot Camping

Here are photos of the boys at boot camp. When Hal saw the campsite photos, he shook his head and said, "Yeah, that’s camping. Where all the food has sand in it and you can’t find anything." He’s happy to be home. It’s still very, very quiet around here…

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Theirs vs. Mine

We are talking vacations here. And mine has been so much better. Here’s Hal’s email to me a week into the trip and two days into Camp Rifleman:

"For the record, sleeping in a tent sucks. Camp food sucks. Restaurant food isn’t much better. Christ, I’m a cranky traveler. Shooting lying on your belly isn’t that much fun either. No wonder ranges have those little benches in front of the firing line. None of that pansy shit here. It’s stretch out on . . . → Read More About Theirs vs. Mine