Here in Costa Rica, Some Things Just Make Sense--

Here in Costa Rica, there are some things that just make sense.

Such as:

1. Sharing your kitchen with a motorcycle.


2. And four truck tires.


3. Keeping a wadded up grocery bag in your shower drain. (Why? To keep the crabs out, of course!)


4. Dogs wearing NASCAR collars.

Just because you moved to Central America, doesn't mean Jeff Gordon doesn't need your support.

5. Fanny packs. (Aka Belly sacks.)


This is one of the most useful inventions you can have down here. When riding yourbike 5 km (3.107mi) to the nearest grocery store, the last thing you need is a purse dangling from your shoulder and dripping with sweat.

So just strap one of these babies on, put your ipod in the big pocket, and take off!

(And if you still think fanny packs are lame-- you're a snob. Meanwhile, I am awesome. See photo above for proof.)

In all, living in Costa Rica is a tranquil and lovely experience. Here is a picture of my house which is a 5 minute walk from the beach.



Pura vida!

*verano*

There Are Basically Two Categories of People in this World:

1. People who have come to visit me here in Costa Rica.

And

2. Chumps.

If you are not Shaun Hamontree, Jed Carter, Sue Lee, or my grandparents-- you fall into Category #2 (Chumps).

However, just because you haven't scraped it together enough to come down and visit me here in tropical paradise, doesn't mean that you can't see the fun things I've been doing-- and vicariously enjoy them through me.

Here are some pictures from October of last year, when Jed and Shaun came from Kansas City to visit. Enjoy.

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We spent a lot of time seeing the sights, and traveling around to enjoy the beaches and the hills.

This is not an ad for Ray-Ban.


Neither is this.


Or this.


Or either of these.



We rented Quads and motored up into the hills.

We walked on the beach. And talked about our problems...

(Photo by Shaun Hamontree.)

We also enjoyed many fine sunsets on the shore. (With beer.)




This is what we did on a Tuesday at 1:15pm. What were YOU doing??...


We drove about 40 minutes south to Cemetery Island. This is an island where the people of Montezuma have buried their dead. The island is only accessible by foot during low tide when the water pulls back and a land bridge is exposed. At other times, the island is only accessible by boat.


Despite the ominous vultures who kept watch over us with suspicious eyes, the island itself was rather peaceful.






We also spent important time bonding (aka Drinking) with the locals.

This is Carlos Calin-- the gardener/security guard at Shaka.


He also looks like a vaudevillian cartoon villain. (Admit it-- he does!)



In all, we had a wonderful time in Costa Rica!