A quiet sort of day as usual. After my class we went down to Playa Negra to look again at the plot of land we’re tempted by and to try to visualise what we might do with it. Afterwards we went for a swim. These two or three weeks are, we are told, an annual […]
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A new possibility
Yesterday the estate agent collected us in the morning and drove us around to a few more places. The first was a pair of small cabinas near Cocles which were under construction. The quality of the construction was very good and they were conveniently close to town, but not very practical for actually living in. […]
Appalling, terrifying
The UK government, that is. Really, really worrying.
Hellfire
Soon after my last post, something unexpected happened: the Gentleman Friend was suddenly struck down by excruciating pain on his back, in the places where he had been sunburnt during the weekend’s surfing. It was clearly agonising. I looked it up online, and (it seems reasonable to diagnose this particular ailment on the internet) it […]
Armadillo in the sky
Last night, as I was finishing up some billing and drinking tea in the porch, there was a crash in the undergrowth just in front of me. An armadillo appeared to have plummetted from the sky. It collected itself and bustled away, leaving me wondering if it was what had been scrambling on the roof […]
Still seas
After yesterday’s aborted attempt at a surfing lesson, our instructor remembered today and collected us, a bit late and took us off to Playa Cocles. I had been careful of my sore arm for the past day or two, and besides the sea was very still so it was easy to catch the current out […]
Another look
In the morning we went to the farmer’s market again. Pickings were slightly less good than previous weeks, but still excellent. No experimental purchases this time, just a good lot of produce that should suffice for much of the week. At 2 we were supposed to go surfing, but our instructor forgot. So after waiting […]
Two American novels
I read, over the past few days, two classic American novels: My Antonia by Willa Cather and
We can’t breathe
Today is the global climate protest. Very proud indeed that 29 cities in Pakistan are taking part, so there are many quite small (by local standards) and insignificant towns involved. Admittedly, the protests are small and many, many people are uninterested, but perhaps it’s a start. A relative is deeply involved in the arrangements, of […]
Three days of sun
It has been bright for three successive days, and though I understand this is normal for September, it feels out of the ordinary after the week and a half of rain since we arrived in Puerto Viejo. My towel actually dries when I hang it out after a shower. Delightful. Two upcoming bits of work […]