I am Cheri Eagerton Royal/JBug……..
Yes, this is a screen shot of my instagram page – @everydaypaparazza. I googled myself. This is who I am. Or I should say part of who I am. A good part. Almost a 1000 photos of beautiful people. I interacted with many that I did not know. It was so much fun. My camera has always helped me to communicate with others.
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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.
I’m not fighting – I’m running
Civilization is traumatizing ~
I am, in the count down, to exit. Yet, another exodus. Sure, it’s a vacation, and I am a tourist in Costa Rica, but it’s more than that. It’s a continuance of a dream. Yes, I know my abode will be there waiting, behind the fence of hibiscus, surrounded by bougainvillea, birds of paradise, a large mango, cacti, lemon trees, avocados and oranges. It always feels magical when I enter through that gate. It is my Oz.
The house is on a dirt road, adjacent to a large farm. No crops just land. It was originally a Spanish land grant, to the family that still owns a portion, of the tract.
A hotel, with all of the amenities is in front of me, and on the ocean. Their neighbor is the Costa Rica Sailing Center.
The town of Flamingo/Potrero is currently constructing a large marina. Playa Potrero, Pasture Beach, the one time home to a herd of cattle, that stormed the beach, in a slow saunter, to get their dose of salt from the ocean, is now going to usher in boats and more boats. You can’t have both. Cows and boats don’t mix.
Such is progress.
Here, I leave behind the billowing smoke of two paper mills, on the island, Amelia, which is also an international tourist destination.
Paper mills and high end condos don’t seem the perfect match either. Gone are the days of sand dunes and shrimp boats. Ah, who cares.
I have goals for myself. I always do.
I have to thank my sister Deena, her grandchildren, and my Crossfit group for the outcome of my most recent days; friends and family. And I don’t want to forget God, who never forsakes me.
This year is ending, and I have to say I had the one and only Christmas that I have ever enjoyed. I have surfed on Christmas days and they were great, but I was hardly aware it was Christmas.* I have remembered yet another great December 25th. It was the first one that Rooster and I were together, in 1983.
My goals for the future are my health and my attitude.
I look forward to it all.
Day by Day.
Como Las Vacas ~ Live Like the Cows
When I arrived in October we had four days of rain. We got here, on the heels of damage, caused by sixty inches of water, in six days. Many had lost their homes.
This was on the wake of Hurricane Irma back home, in Florida. We had just survived that near disaster.
Almost six months have gone by, and it’s time to pack up and leave again. Continue reading My Endless Summer
I want to watch more sunsets this year!
Fish Eye Farm 