You know you've packed in a hurry, and in the dark, when you go the the airport bathroom and notice your panties are inside out, and backward. What I've forgotten will remain forgotten. I'm in San Jose, Costa Rica after an uneventful trip from Austin to Houston to San Jose. I met young men celebrating a friend's upcoming wedding by going to Costa Rica (to see the volcanoes I'm sure) and a couple from Tulsa, visiting the man's brother and his "significant other" at his new house in Costa Rica. The SO term was stated by the woman with a curled lip and rolled eyes...you know those Okies, all white and all right and no gay boys allowed. We stayed on the surface, conversationally...grandbabies, etc. I got to sit by a couple with their 7 month old grandson, taking him to Boston on their vacation. He was a great little traveler, too. All along the trip were these moments of humanity: the United flight attendant who happened to have 1 bandaid which she generously gave to me fot the blister on my heel, the tall man who saw me struggling with my overladen back pack and put it in the overhead for me, the seat partner who let me use his foot space so I could get out fast to make my connection in the Houston airport.
San Jose is a big city...green, small coffee fields growing alongside the highway, lots of traffic, surrounded by mountains with clouds at their tops. I woke this morning hearing loud hummingbirds outside my window. The hotel is small, not fancy, and nestled among other buildings. There's a kindergarten down the street. A ceiling fan and an outside view plus inside plumbing to change my underwear is enough for me, And, it's cool. I thought about staying at the hotel today, swimming and napping, but the desk guy convinced me to take the bus (Sabana Estadio/soccer stadium rount) downtown. He and I shared we both like to take buses because you see so much, but a taxi could also get me there. I think the "broom" I'll take is the bus. As they say...pura vida.
San Jose is a big city...green, small coffee fields growing alongside the highway, lots of traffic, surrounded by mountains with clouds at their tops. I woke this morning hearing loud hummingbirds outside my window. The hotel is small, not fancy, and nestled among other buildings. There's a kindergarten down the street. A ceiling fan and an outside view plus inside plumbing to change my underwear is enough for me, And, it's cool. I thought about staying at the hotel today, swimming and napping, but the desk guy convinced me to take the bus (Sabana Estadio/soccer stadium rount) downtown. He and I shared we both like to take buses because you see so much, but a taxi could also get me there. I think the "broom" I'll take is the bus. As they say...pura vida.
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