A Day In The Life

Geez, I just went to buy a bus ticket, with my friend, Frank. We ended up in a minor fender bender 200 meters from Frank's home. I wasn't driving, Frank was. We were returning from Santa Cruz where I picked up a bus ticket for my last chemo in San Jose and some supplies. Frank wanted us to take a side trip so he could show me the home he is building. How could I refuse?

After the accident, Frank's wife Luci, their 8 year old son, Bob and I hoofed it to their home for lunch while Frank stayed to resolve the accident which wasn't his fault.

The only injury sustained was on the top of Bob's head, a minor scratch from his head hitting a ring on my hand, which was wrapped about my headrest. Thank god we were only going about 10 mph.

Frank raises organic chickens and turkeys, so we were greeted by the sounds of about 100 chickens and a few dozen turkeys because they knew they were going to be fed fresh papaya. And they were.

Soon, Frank arrived, accident problem resolved, no police involved. He proudly showed me his property. Typical Costa Rican home, airy, colorful, tile everywhere and plenty of porch space.

Bang. Frank is out the door as he got an order for 100 kilos of sardines. Frank also sells fish. One needs to have several irons in the fire to survive here. He said he'd be back soon. Famous last words in Costa Rica.

Meanwhile, Luci whipped up lunch. See below.

While dining with my friend, Cocky Locky, on Frank's back porch, I feasted upon lobster tails, fresh cucumbers, tomatoes, rice  and of course, fried plantains. Thank you Frank and Luci. (excuse the poor photo but my camera is currently held together with duct tape I had left over from the Bush Duct Tape Terror Alerts)

Three hours later Frank arrived and we began the 45 minute drive back to my house. His home is located up in the mountains with many picturesque winding roads passing by huge farms. It is easy to get lost in the scenery here. Suddenly, two bales of hay fall off a truck about a half mile in front of us. The truck kept on going but Frank stopped and threw the two bales in the back of his pickup. He was very pleased with his good luck. He's going to give the hay to a Gringo friend of his who has horses.

As we're passing through Rio Seco Frank spots two kids on a motorcycle toting a huge white bag passing the opposite way. Frank asks if it is OK for him to flag down these two so he can buy some lobster. I said Pura Vida and he did a u-turn, but the kids wanted too much money so we ventured on to Junquillal. Now it's about 5pm and I'm starving.  I see that  the new grocery store and recently opened deli are still open. Junquillal has become fully civilized now that we have a deli! My neighbor, Saffron and a darling surfer girl from nearby Play Negra run the deli. I bought the most delicious slice of quiche with bacon, onions and cheese in a sweet flaky crust for 1200 colones (about $2). It was just what I needed.

Finally I arrived home exhausted and in great need of some vino blanco before posting the notice on AHNC and crashing.

So, how was your day? lol