I was shocked to see this sign at the entrance of the Auto Mercado in Tamarindo, Costa Rica! I had clothes on, so I was good. Having just left the beach, playing with my dog. I enjoyed seeing the students and horses. Tourists – having fun. On another day I might have been surfing and at the start of my first grocery pit stop. I have 5 between Tamarindo and Playa Potrero. It’s necessary to try and beat the cost of today’s groceries
I am currently living in flux – I’ve dug a glorious hole here. It started one way and has ended up another.
Last Friday, I posted to Sassy Silver Surfers. SSS is my favorite women’s surfing FB page. The post was a quip. A memory of my first stay in Costa Rica. My husband took me to Mal Pais, for my fortieth. That trip changed our lives in a drastic way. Surfing became a dominant passion.
Yet another peace and serenity debacle. This looks like death and destruction to some gringos. OMG
This pic is from home. I don’t surf fish there anymore either. It’s just too much. But that’s because people fish with four to eight rod and reels. Put there lines in, back from the tide. They try to tell me how to fish. Another OMG.
My husband was fishing on the beach in Potrero. He had a Jack on the line. His earlier catch were laying on the beach. He was picturing handing the fish in to the local ladies. He could see their smiles already.
When he landed the Jack, he looked where his fish had been.They were gone. Rooster asked a Tico man, “What happened to my fish?”
Some gringo stopped and threw them back in the water. WTF
That’s not the only crazy thing that has happened to us here while surf fishing. And if I went surf fishing today there would be some new craziness.
You travel two thousand miles to surf fish in peace and it ain’t going to happen. It use to be wonderful. But now there are people here who have a vision for Costa Rica. And they are going to make you do it their way.
NOT
This person (the fish savior) probably had all of the trees cut down on a lot to build themselves a huge house. And he probably has a cement pond. And he probably eats fish in restaurants.
So now we are going to have to get some sort of a water vehicle to get away from these people. Not unlike Amelia.
Today I surf.
Merry Christmas
*I do not write this blog to attract readers. I have no idea of making money. This is a private journal. I write and write. I look back. I like it.
I do prefer to live where there are no amenities. Where the electricity cuts off all of the time. Where there are few restaurants. Few people. Bad roads.
I prefer places that are paradise and others think they are hell. Because that’s when they are paradise.
Once a place is paradise to others, it is hell to me.
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