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Maybe some of the following applies to tico teens, too, I don't know. I only know mine. Very well. As they do me, since we're together all day every single day and always have been.
In Fred's comment yesterday, he brought up points I had originally included in that post, then erased to keep it manageable. But they are all considerations on the moving pro/con whiteboard, particularly the Gringo Teen Thang. Which is decidedly pro.
We are not moving because there is something wrong with . . . → Read More About The Gringo Teen Thang
You will be, too, when you read this, especially if you’ve ever had first-hand experience with migración. If you are moving to Costa Rica, a visit to migración will be required sooner or later. By the way, be sure to take your own papel higenico [pa-PELL ee-HEN-ick-oh, t.p.] Trust me, you will be there so long, you will have to use the facilities and no t.p. on hand. So to speak. But, on to better news:
Since Ryan is under 18, he has to have permission from Costa Rica’s migración to fly out of the country. Yes, even though . . . → Read More About Still In Shock
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?”
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
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
. . . → Read More About Surviving A Hormone Bath
It is 2am and I am up far too late… but I had to take a look at a YouTube link sent a couple of days ago from my friend, Jan. OH MY GOD: thank you, Jan!!!! It’s almost not even funny, it brings tears to my eyes, it’s so true. SO SO nice I’m not the only one who says this stuff!! And apparently she’s a pastor’s wife! Praise the Lord.
. . . → Read More About “Obras, No Palabras.”
This trail picks up at Limón, just after the ferry ride from Parismina. From that small port (and I couldn’t find this place on a map if my life depended on it), we took a local bus into Limón. Which was not that easy to catch… At most bus stops, like 90% of them, there isn’t a sign announcing a parada de bus [bus stop]. You learn to spot them from the clues. The biggest clue being a bunch of people standing in a pack staring down the road.
There were no other people standing anywhere . . . → Read More About Puerto Viejo & Points South
July has been quite the month for lessons on crime.
On Day One of Camp J2J, we were stolen from. At our first cabina in Puerto Viejo, I was accused of stealing, lying and poor parenting. When I got home, I discovered we’d had an attempted break-in at our house. Thievery from every perspective.
On being accused: I chose our first cabina in Puerto Viejo because they offered wireless internet. I like my internet. Being able to blog about what’s happening while it’s fresh is the best.
We arrived in PV 6pm Wednesday, planning to . . . → Read More About Thievery From Every Perspective
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