In paradise There is No…

I’m on the move today, headed for Australia to meet my son, Sam, who has been battling complications from knee surgery for two months now.

Yesterday Alan and I were running around San José doing errands. In a taxi we had a chatty little conversation with the driver.

“So, where do you live?” he asked.

“In Puerto Viejo… Limón.”

“Paraíso,” he said.

“Well, paradise with drugs,” I replied with a smile.

“Ah, well,” he said,  “no paradise is perfect.”

Published by SC Morgan

I grew up in Oregon and learned not everything is black and white. Now I live in the jungles of Costa Rica where the shades of gray cover the full spectrum. I shoot my mouth off on my blog, social media sites, and sometimes I get published. You can find my blog here:

5 thoughts on “In paradise There is No…

  1. Hi Ruth and thank you. I have arrived in Oz. It was a long flight but I did sleep… It must have been your mercies. ;-)Tim, The wisdom of cabbies! I always like talking to them, the observers of life and the human comedy.


  2. Or, as my dear father always says, “Have you ever thought what a wonderful world this would be… without people?” (An old boyfriend once asked me if my father knew Mark Twain personally.)


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