MOPT II- The Second Half of the Story~

Undeterred by our previous failure to obtain our licenses in a single visit, and truthfully I can’t think of anything is this country that we’ve ever accomplished in one visit if it has to do with an agency of the Costa Rican government, Alan and I forged on. Last week it was necessary to goContinue reading “MOPT II- The Second Half of the Story~”

MOPT- Half of the Story~

“Yes, this is the right office, but you must go to the Banco Nacional and pay 10,000 colones each before I can renew these driver’s licenses,” said the nice man behind the glass partition separating us. “And anyway, our system is down right now. I won’t be able to do anything for you today.” ThisContinue reading “MOPT- Half of the Story~”

A Little Bite, Please~

The puffed up cop leaned against our pickup holding the expired registration and Alan’s driver’s license. Casting his eyes toward heaven he said, “Huy, putchica.” I guess the best translation for this is, “Ouch, life sucks.” Literally it’s more like “Ouch, little whore,” and they use it for all sorts of occasions the way weContinue reading “A Little Bite, Please~”

The Kingbird Convention

Tropical Kingbirds in an avacado tree-photo by Jack Chamberlain Yesterday, at lunch, we had the most spectacular show. Swooping down out of the sky came a whole flock of birds we have never seen here before. They had absolutely no fear of the Kiskadees, who screamed their lungs out at them and finally left inContinue reading “The Kingbird Convention”

Jungle Cats and the Old Revision Blues

┬áThere it was resting among the other animals at the roadside stand. It looked as though it needed a home, and I happened to have had 15,000 Colones itching to get out of my purse. So our newest pet, a jaguar, carved from balsa wood by a young Indio-artisan outside of Cahuita, is at homeContinue reading “Jungle Cats and the Old Revision Blues”