In Heaven, There Is No Beer

Back in Seattle, in the rain that is not heavy and warm, but steady, light and cold. The last, stumpy leg of our strange journey was spent in a hotel in Heredia that was designed to look like a Swiss village. It was cozy once we got a fire going- I managed to fill the room with smoke a few times, which ladled on some rustic flavor. On our last night, the staff fled at 5:30, leaving us foodless in the middle of nowhere, so there was kind of a fun jaunt in a taxi down to some BLT sandwiches and one last glob of delicious flavored mayonnaise.

So now I am treating myself to some artistic refreshment via a baroque opera workshop. It's great; a kind of summer camp for nerdy grown-ups.