Sit. Wait.

Wait. Sit. An exercise in patience. I missed calling Sheri, an organic gardener, last night. My bad. Now there's no answer on her cel phone, which I called from a closed office (gracias, Javier). She's most likely in town making a delivery of lettuce to?? Did she answer me when I asked where? Robin, from Robin's ice cream is her friend. and suggests that I wait to see if Sheri comes by her store to visit. So, I wait. Drink very strong coffee with real, whole milk (UHT- ultra high treatment, Robin shows me the carton and assures me that her ice cream meets US, and European standards. woo hoo! we eat ice cream!). I enjoy the smiles of the Tico girls working around me, who spray the night's dust off the patio and pull the chairs out into the open-air cafe for the day. I pat a wagging Mango-dog when he meanders by. It's not too too difficult to slow to the pace here. First few days here I had to catch myself in full tension and push backward thru the stress. Now, there's an acceptance in the strange (to me, a north american) timing, the oft seen closed signs, the inability to do anything unless one has a ride, a phone, modern conveniences and cash.

The cubs are back at the house, most likely in the hammocks reading and mending from the burn they got spending too much time in the ocean. Me, I'm leaning back.