Tired and Smelly But Triumphant
Driving back into the city at 3 in the morning after 16 hours of traveling (our flight out of Houston, airport of scary Filipina — I think — women in charge of chivying people through security lines, was delayed for three hours), our taxi driver is curt and impatient with red lights. I think of our daily 7 minute cab rides home from delicious dinners to our little room in Puerto Viejo, over the world’s bumpiest roads, and of our final trip to the airport this morning (can it only have been this morning?) with the wonderful Alex of San Jose, formerly of Buenos Aires and with a wife from Venezuela and two lovely daughters (but only two! no more!), and I feel the sand of Costa Rica’s Caribbean coast I have gathered up these past two weeks falling slowly through my cupped fingers as I reenter the atmosphere of this city, suddenly cold and dull in comparison. I’m not so sad, though. I know that when all the grains have disappeared, they will leave behind some molted crab shells, the wing of a Blue Morpho, and perhaps a tiny gecko staring up at me from my palms.
August 10th, 2007 at 10:57 am
Wow, that was a really long sentence. But it’s good to know you enjoyed yourselves.
August 10th, 2007 at 11:24 am
The rules of syntax bend a little at four in the morning.
We had a fabulous time. You should go — you would love it too.
August 10th, 2007 at 1:15 pm
Welcome home. Glad you both had a good time.
August 10th, 2007 at 2:48 pm
Welcome home. Those grains never disappear!:-)
August 10th, 2007 at 5:46 pm
welcome home!
can’t wait to see all that film goodness
August 10th, 2007 at 8:41 pm
Liz took the words right out of my mouth!
Er, right off my fingertips, I mean.
Fotos fotos!!!
August 10th, 2007 at 8:49 pm
Ha — I really, really, really want to share my photos with you, but although I just got a used scanner off Craigslist, it needs a special USB adapter that won’t ship until Monday or Tuesday. I know your very cells will be aching with anticipation, but hang in there a little bit more. ;-)
August 11th, 2007 at 3:03 am
Aunty M!!!! Uncle Ross!!! You’re back! Were you made to walk any planks in Costa Rica? I got all your books and my daddy SO loves one of them. I’m sure you know which one!
August 11th, 2007 at 6:16 am
welcome back.
August 11th, 2007 at 11:12 pm
Welcome home! You were missed, m’dear!