Back in the enormous Heredia resort. The lobby of this place is ornate, but in the rest, there is a lot of empty space. There have been a couple of weddings in as many days, which is kind of a relief; it makes it a bit less like the resort in The Shining...unless of course I am hallucinating. It's possible. I'm pretty sure the bonny wee bairn is teething; in any case, I am spent from all her incurable angst. If we get snowed in, please say you knew me when.
Speaking of baby Hannah, we took a walk in downtown San Jose while the others practiced in El Teatro Nacional. It reminded me of the ramblas in Barcelona, only without the money. It was a shortish walk, but enough to get a charge of teeming energy. There were people trying to foist pigeon food into my hand (no, Betsy, I did not expose the baby to avian flu for the sake of my own coarse enjoyment!), open-front shops and, so tragically, young women in beautiful traditional rural dresses, begging with coffee cups. It was nice for me to be able to walk through this city with a baby, because the people were kinder in general and the many gaggles of loafing men were respectful. Plus, Hannah never, ever cries when she's out on a stimulating walk- valuable lesson there.
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