Tag: Costa Rica

Post Pre-Historic

Yes, this is me. Slowly and painfully edging my way out of this place they call “pure vida”. Survivng here these years has turned me into a creature. I wanted to play National Geographic and that I did. Having stumbled onto Costa Rica, when it was wide open. Water falls, heat springs, no dirt roads, no ride signs. It was the best. It was adventuring into the wild. With the fauna and floral, size determined by season and state of the nation.

One adventure after another that have barely been touched on in this 700 page blog.

And now the party is over, (for us) and on for the next layer of fools.

I tip toed. It’s easy to see the rip offs. The lies. The beating. The murders. We have only been out in the night time here, maybe an equal to a week, in twenty five years.

I am now a fossil. One that can run, jump and swim.

But I am ready to go home. Battle the Bay Watch Babe with the Band Aid in the slit of her cheeks. I won’t Battle that bitch, I will look to the side. For a new venue. New water. One that she has not polluted and (she is a large representation).

I’ll have plenty to do.

I am packing as if I have already sold my home. It’s becoming more easy to sea. Easier to detach from since the clash with the Bahia Del Sol.

Costa Rica ain’t what it use to be.

I wish them all the luck in the world.

Pura Vida and we all know what that really means.

Direction

Como Las Vacas – Live Like The Cows – This is a Costa Rican dicho. Near and dear to my heart. I was raised with cattle. A North Florida, educated Cracker. I once lived in a cow pasture. I like to live close to the the earth/with nature. I slow down. I turtle trot. I swim like a fish unchased. I swim like a fish not hungry. It’s not about me. I am blessed. Pura Vida……amigos….

Choose your path – with a moral compass.

Limbo

“Limbo” can refer to a state of uncertainty, a medieval theological concept, or a 2010 puzzle-platformer video game. The term describes being in a state of suspension, waiting for an unclear outcome, or in a state of being between two places or stages. Theologically, it was the border place between heaven and hell where unbaptized souls were believed to reside.

I live in Limbo – it’s a tent in my back yard.

Limbo – it’s not for everyone.

The Corazon of Costa Rica

Once upon a time I stayed at a surf camp, called the Can Licky. The owner, a woman who professed to be a witch and performed cantations owned the joint.

Like the dumb ass that I have always been. I helped her. Not with incantations, but with finances. And her children. Not a lot, but I was generous.

She had a daughter who sat in a child’s wooden chair and stared into space all day. I would bring her books back from the states. Harry Potter mostly.

Little did I know the family was Peruvian Mafia. Still are as far as I know.

God knows, the literal millions they have stolen to support their lives in CR and to keep themselves out of trouble with the drug militias. Deaths are meaningless to them. If it puts a dollar in their pocket.

No incantation from me. No St. Francis horse hair.

I ran because I was threatened.

Costa Rica has a lovely Corazon.

I try. But I have been here many years here and I have seen behind the curtain.

AI please help me write about the jackass waiter. He cried, because I complained his coffee sucked. And it did, to me.

This dishonorable and corrupt, fraudulent woman has a dark Corozon. She is maneuvering. Full of lies and deceit, working to steal land. With no regard or conscious. Like mother, like daughter. Make it sound sweet. Like she’s really nice. Like I’m really nice.

All is well, in Costa Rica.

Apology accepted.

Go suck on someone else’s corozon. You are not fooling me.

howl

The first monkey let out its howl. It’s 5:41. Their howl is more like a growl. They are relatively small monkeys and their voice, made big, is surely some sort of evolutionary protection.

Evolutionary protection.

We could all use a pound or two of that right now.

The howl/growl has now become cacaphonic.

A lot like people life.

There’s obviously a leader. He won’t shut up. The tweets of the birds are reminiscent of the media. Different tones and paces. More chime in. Different voices. Layered.

As the cool, fresh, clean air comes through the doorway. I hear the crash of the waves.

HOWL!

Exodus

My story is not one of arriving into the paradise of Tamarindo, 2024. Mine is one of running.

When I first became acquainted with the wild remote nature of Costa Rica, my world changed. The streets were dusty and bare. I would see the same hard bodied, man bunned, tattooed fellow in the street, on each trip to town. He would be walking down the hill. One man, one car – ours. It was a different world. 

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On the Road Again

It’s 4 in the morning. Once again, I am hitting the road. A ride with a friend, to the airport, to Atlanta, switch luggage. Re-enter the country. On to Jax. Be met by a happy leprechaun who will speak with a brogue and inform us, in a light hearted yet serious manner, the antics, adventures and misadventures, of our island. Amelia.

This has been an extensive stay, here in Surfside, Costa Rica.

I never in my imagination could have come up with the life style that I now lead.

I was taught by the best.

  1. Don’t be in a hurry.
  2. Don’t follow the crowd.
  3. Your health is you wealth.
  4. Love yourself and others.
  5. God is good. God is everywhere.
  6. Pay your bills.
  7. Know you are powerless.
    a. if you don’t think that you are, speak to someone who has lost everything due to catastrophic weather
  8. Don’t worry be happy.
  9. Be clean.
  10. Eat right – sleep good

    Enjoy the trip. We have hurricanes brewing. And coffee. And books. And love.

Annual Blog Check Up

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This post is an annual check up of my blog.

Hhhhmmmm. A year ago, I was writing – I felt as if the flesh was being torn from the bones of my soul.

I can read that poem and remember. Oh, it was awful.

I came here to Potrero, thinking I was going to help, the kid, go to the University. Nada, no way Jose. This boy is going to swing a machete the rest of his life. – Okay – that took a while to process – to come down from. What a crock of mierda. – Who knows, the many piles of manure that I have stepped in, have become fertilizer in my life.

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Personal Waste

I do not understand the New Gringos. But I have witnessed it over and over. No desire to assimilate into the culture of the country.

A ride to the beach use to be like a dream and now it’s a nightmare.

I don’t care to elaborate on this freaky manner that tourism and immigration (progress) has caused.

After surviving my life’s traumas I woke up to an unrecognizable world. But I am not “woke”. According to Trump the KKK are good people. Homeless people are sleeping on the sidewalks, dying from phentanol, and some people think all white people are bad and all black people are good.

I give up. I surrender. It’s best for me to work to have a good day and be kind to the people in front of me.

To provide details of the misery I have created for myself, would be stirring the cauldron. I can’t straighten this world out. Kimberly and Kristy are behaving like mean girls, but chances are they are oblivious to their ignorance. And Ellen can remember when. I do too. The change is horrific. The people on the beach are being bull dozed over. Pura vida.

I know my heart. I am not greedy or jealous of anyone. I don’t even understand those two character defects at the moment. I can’t imagine being angry at some poor woman trying to feed her kids. Or hurt some child; not wanting them to experience a lunch, in the school hours. I’m not fearful. That’s the worst. And the best.

The answer is meditation.

Aesthetic

Self Portrait

This screen shot of my media pics, at a glance, are the most representative of my life at this moment.

I am taken back again. Over and over. Never disappointed at the changes in our lives; our world.

I came to Costa Rica to be an aesthetic and live with the Indians. That happened and it didn’t happen.

God gives and God takes away…I am not God.

I have a brain. I will assume that you have one as well. Artificial Intelligence is bizarre to say the least. No vision, no artistry, no spiritual connection.

Artificial