This morning, we departed Tamarindo at the crack of dawn with one very sick soprano (not me) and a queasy lutenist. We spent most of yesterday on a catamaran, which was fun and taxing. There were a number of crooners, honeymooners and intoxicated baby boomers on board. We were treated to a lot of reggae and either John Mayer or Jack Johnson (I can´t tell the difference. Bead/leather choker music.) We all got out and snorkelled, looking dead in the water but with attentive minds. It was murky, but we could see some pretty striped fish and some bright, darting blues. My favorite part was floating in the shallow water near the beach. The ocean swell would fuzz the sand pattern out of focus, then pull it back in again. On the way back, Nell and I feasted on dramamine, which was so soporific that I dozed off in the punishing afternoon sun.
Anyway, it´s good that we are out of Tamarindo. It seems that our hoteliere grew more and more exasperated with out presence as time wore on, as it required her to put the leftover food inside of tortillas for our consumption, and to place the same pieces of chocolate cake on the table for us day after day. (Aside: when we arrived, she explained that a B&B is ¨more casual,¨ which turned out to mean more casual for the owners and more difficult for us.)
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I found Scopalamine much better. It's a patch you stick behind your ear.
Costa Rica no tiene Exercito, y es mas rica que sus vecinos no?
...I´m not sure what that says, except the part about Costa Rica being mas rica than the rest of Central America? Yes it is. Everything is included on this trip, but it´s not really travelling and I wanna go home. There, I said it.
Costa Rica has never had a standing army, which seems to make it better off than the neighbors.
Gringos don't really get to see latin America. There's an army of servants and cops insulating them from third world reality.
Suck it up, and thank God you're not sleeping in the gutter with some of the locals.
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