Traversing across San Jose I assist in filming a hip hop music video and encounter a break dancing cypher. I visit Zapote's farmers market finding new treasures and try to find a baby blanket for lil' Jerico who should be squirting out any day now. ;)
Traversing across San Jose I assist in filming a hip hop music video and encounter a break dancing cypher. I visit Zapote's farmers market finding new treasures and try to find a baby blanket for lil' Jerico who should be squirting out any day now. ;)
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On edge with anxiety my forehead drips with sweat. What the hell is going on at the end of this hallway? Approaching nearer, it sounds like a 'Rainbow Gathering' chant group, or something to that effect. Fan-freakin-tastic. Five of my hostel bunkies are gypsies.
One guy is sporting a dinky one string instrument that makes a ‘boingie’ noise as he slaps it. I’ll admit, this little Aboriginal Australian melody does have a nice ring to it... As I adjust my bed, my top bunks-man* (is that how you call it?) introduces himself. “Hey Mae, I’m Fernand,” we exchange names. “I’m in a hurry,” he says, “…on my way out to play open mic night. Do you want to go? I’ll get you in for free.”
After accepting an invitation to stay the night with a wonderful Tico family many years ago. I felt it cordial to return the hospitality by washing the dishes after our dinner. I thought it peculiar only one knob existed next to the kitchen faucet. Until that day, I’d never witnessed a home without hot water! The wheels in my dome began whirling as I postulated the ramifications… “Ohhh, No! The Shower?!” I wondered, "I bet a faucet is missing there too...” Moving into our little San Pedro efficiency apartment ten weeks ago has had its ups and downs... I’ll get straight to the point.
So, apparently these little bastards have come to believe we we can share the same living space. Upon first arrival to our humble abode I found four medium sized wasp nests, (12-30 wasps each) PLUS, a large hornet nest of around 70 hornets. Inherently, I’ve proclaimed War and invoked my genetic predisposition as a man to make MY territory MINE. After failing in my attempts to purchase aerosol wasp killers at the local hardware store, I took it upon myself to 'MacGyver’ remedies. I’m left perplexed and scalded. But I’ll get back to that. Costa Rica is rich in International Cuisine. Luckily for us ‘Pizza Lovers’, Costa Rica is amongst the greatest countries in the world in terms of ample Gourmet Pizzerias. Just forget about Papa Johns or Pizza Hut when visiting Costa Rica. In my journeys’ traversing this great land as a foodie, I’ve enjoyed many opportunities to bask in the array of local pizza establishments. A few of which, really stick out in my mind. So, here is a breakdown of COSTA RICA"S TOP 5 PIZZERIAS!
Merriam-Tico's - DictionaryTico-time , \ Tee-ko - time \ , noun, adj. ;
1. Costa Rican time. Ex. ...an appointment set in Costa Rica for a particular time is only an approximation of said time, typically within - plus / minus - two hours. 2. of, pertaining to, or showing the passage of much time in reference to the tardiness of another 3. duration in terms of how long one might expect to arrive Ex. ...1st Mae- "How long till they're here Mae?" 2nd Mae- "Tico-Time Mae. No Say...? Maybe, he already came!?" The past twelve years of visiting and living in Costa Rica have made it abundantly clear that finding any location I want to go to, will inevitably take longer than anticipated. The daunting task of following directions without address numbers or street names can make every direction a puzzle in its own. Addresses like, “150 meters East of the grocery store, 75 meters North, the small white house with a little-tree and blue-gate,” can really test a Tico’s nerves, much less foreigners. Fight at the Feria! Woke at the crack of dawn, as I usually do… It’s, ‘Feria’ or Farmer’s Market Day! A day I look forward all week. These past few months we’ve been living in barrio Santa Marta by U. Fidellitas. For the most part we are right in the middle of everything we need. The farmers market on the other hand requires traversing to Zapote, and since we are with no vehicle for the time being, it has been a hassle. Last week I learned of a route to save a lot of walking. The bus stop is located in San Pedro at a park across from a Catholic church by the outlet mall.
This week I sat in astonishment watching some lottery ticket salesman who, as the church service ended, stood in the middle of the entrance yelling out numbers to the exiting crowd. I couldn’t help but think of that parable I heard as a kid, how Jesus threw out the money changers from a temple. Anyways... |
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