Been told...

... 7,000 insects call Costa Rica home. when the rain began mid-may, i counted 5,800. just kidding, but wow, the peaceful evening veranda--read, drink and sits are gone.

Most of Life is making decisions, pizza vs tacos and give up to get. ya know the small decisions.

crazy thing is, i would most likely not be doing any of this if i had not fallen in love? thank you and fucking aye trip over themselves in the same breath!!!!

Divided country also is interesting--you are either Costa Rican or not! even if you say you live here and have for 20 years, you are just a visitor. "and by the way do you have any work for me?", cause you are not one of us, so you must be rich. what did all these people do before "us visitors" came down here? went fishin and ate Iguana, i reckon.

Cheap living and weather---are the answers i get from ex-pats down here. that is why they moved here. escaping US policy is the third most common answer. temps barely fall below 80 and cheap...alot is cheap, comparatively. but gringo pricing keeps going up. the most absurd thing for me is, being able to get hired help for $2-3/hour! 1600 sqft house w/ 3 baths scrubbed complete for 5,000 colones/$10.

"give up to get", is so interesting. folk pack up and move down here w/ long term mind-sets and wow, they are now held hostage by the real estate they own. talking w/ an old timer one day---"Yep, I have never been robbed in 50 years. And I have never left my house, not even once, without a warm body inside."

Had a great silent conversation w/ this Ancient critter today.

Jesus christ, can u seeum? no i can't seeum! where are they? i don't know, i think they're called Noseeums! all i know is i hateeum!

Emotional...

...gammet run near daily? What the heck for? This place is a love-hate setting.

Rain, Thunder and Lightning Gods are the most intense ever experienced. Pacific Ridley Turtles must be in sensory overload while crawling up to their nest site. digging her home sweet home with Ostional's thunderous waves crashing behind her, water troughs of rain cleanse her shell, heat lightning along w/ heaven to hell piercing bolts and richter scale thunder shuttering above. exhausted when finished and having camoflauged her nest w/ long sweeping paddle strokes. triumphant she is in her success. they must notice, right? all the energy around them!

Up in me casa i have never experienced such a location. the absolute feeling, which either begins thru my eyes or possibly my ears, is of such pure delight on this little 1,336 square meter plot of land.

no light pollution seen. near zero noise pollution, nor air.

colours from magenta pink to flouresent green to pearlesent blues and greens nearly peel ones cornea from its own retna. mornings dew and evenings rain droplets lay upon leaves larger than my skull and dangle like free form rock climbers, simply hanging on by the very tips of their outermost molecules.

salt and fresh water echos for all hourz of the day, rise up to entrance you in a silken web concerto.

Divine elegance relentlessly shimmers off yellows, reds and greens as the days virgin rays reach out with a sensuous kiss.

pure and raw rapture of Nature.

so raw, that if one ventures off the human manicured facets...death and beauty dangles, hops, crawls, slithers and flys every where. which to some, including me, manifests some kind of all encompassing fine line of imprisonment. i reckon yer ither a jungle cat or yer not.