Pura Vida / Aqua Vita

Not much to report about Costa Rica, I'm very sorry to say. New sensations have included entry into the Italian restaurant and discovery of the junk food smorgasbord by the pool. I got some swim goggles, for to plunder the depths of the pool, but alas. I found nary a hairpin. I did find a band-aid and a piece of seaweed with a hair in it. Still, goggles are a good time. Mine got all weird and plastic-wrinkly when I got them wet, so I could only really see out of the sides. So everything- ocean floor, pool and band-aid- looked kind of like one of those old Man Ray experimental films.

So now I'd like to address the fascinating array of whiskey names that are meant to evoke the past. I give you: Early Times, Ancient Age, Old Grand-Dad, Old Potrero, Old Overholt, Old Oak, Old Rip Van Winkle, Old Pogue, Old Kentucky, Old Crow, and Very Old Barton, for a modest start. Whiskey is OLD! So old.