Or… Scrapin’ My Shank Across The Floor Just In Case The War Breaks Off March 2002 The Last Qualifying Statement on Costa Rica Day 4 More of the same. We ate the same food, three meals a day. All of the food consisted of heavy starches and fats with no citrus or fiber. Don’t even [...]
This IS a travel story, I promise. My roommate’s boyfriend called my house and said, in Spanish, “Have you seen the news? Put it on CNN!” So, I did. What I saw disturbed me beyond belief. The Twin Towers were destroyed. I was snuggled in my house drinking a Pilsen in Costa Rica. After the [...]
Qualifying Statement #10 This is a tirade. Also, it is a correction to any mis-statements in any previous articles written by me. Please refer to Observations from a Costa Rican Insider. 1) You know what really chaps my little, brown, Mexican-American bottom? Turistas (Tourists). You know, I used to be a friendly, outgoing, helluva nice [...]
A lot of times I sit and look out the window of my apartment and I think: "Whew! It’s been a long road. Where are we headed next?" Finding myself in the suburbs of San Jose, Costa Rica doesn’t surprise me at all. Not one bit. I always knew that it would be this way, [...]
Qualifying Statement #8 This article is dedicated to Joy Rothke, my harshest critic. Well, I came sliding back into San Jose, Costa Rica, last Saturday afternoon. Four months in The States was all that I could stand, even with the fact that I was trading options – my favorite thing in the whole world besides [...]
