One day, while on our way to Escualita, on the path that comes up from the beach, over the point and onto the next beach, we looked up. There, on the crest of the hill, were a very big bull and a Tico on horseback, pushing the thing on with a crop. Actually, I don't know, it might've been a long stick, I had my eye on those horns and was busy thinking, that little rope tied around his neck ain't gonna stop signor bull if he wants to rush us! It was a little tiny bit relieving that the fellow smiled and said ola, but not much. There were two more bulls and two more men on horseback. We were all very respectful and stayed stock still as far back on the path as the steep hill behind us would allow until they all passed.
There was a grasshopper with red and green wings that flew into our window one evening. I thought it was a bat, it was that big. I don't normally squeal like a girl in the face of anything insect, but the kids witnessed it that night (and enjoyed it a little too much, I might add).
Erroll found a scorpion in his computer case. He was lucky enough to look before reaching into the pocket. He saw the end of the tail and wondered what it was. Good thing. Scorpions hurt.
At the kids first surf lesson (still have to post about that. It's not my story, I think that's why I've taken some time with it) they were told to shuffle their feet on the floor of the ocean so that they don't step on a sting ray. We've been stomping around for 5 weeks and haven't hit one. blind luck.
At about 10 pm, the people at the restaurant at Cafe de Paris close. they leave one light on if someones still there emailing but sometimes we've emailed in the dark. It's a thatched roof over some tables, with the kitchen behind sliding doors that they shut when closing. Weird, that, being able to walk into an open air restaurant.
We haven't seen it yet, but there's a green flash that happens at sun set, sometimes. right before the sun dips below the horizon, it'll flash a cool, green light.
Supposedly, there is a monoculture ant colony in Costa Rica. One family, stretching out all over the place.
The monkeys will poop on you if you stand under the tree they are in.
There is an effort to insulate the wires for the monkeys. Also, they put net bridges across some roads, to dissuade them from going across the wires.
The monkey's howl wakes me and everyone I've spoken to at about 5:30 every morning. And yet, none of us get up and see each other. Why is that?
Ticos and Ticas smooch each other and us warmly on the cheek in greeting. Why don't we do this? I'm going to transport it. I hope they don't take it away from me at the border. (Erroll politely asked the pretty girl's name after she kissed him last night). Are you proud of him, Randy?
Our refrigerator has a sticker inside the door that says "push the red button at least 2 times/week". Di pushed it and everything promptly froze.
Sugar cane.
My kids are surfing almost daily. I've been off, doing things and so have yet to watch them. I can't wait, but am also enjoying their independence.
Orion's belt is directly above head. I can't find the big and little dipper! Not a star watcher usually, but that was disconcerting for a while. The stars stand out amazingly here.
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