La Vida in Reverse
Saturday night and no lights on the block. This should be fun. Domo Arigato Mr. Battery.
I just returned from passable sushi with Stephania. John and I met up with Stephania today at Cleo's salon when we went to drop off the kids. She hung around with us until she was to meet her sister, Rosanne. She asked me if I knew where the embassy was and I said I'd walk her there. This 'meeting' required mucho phone calls to take place, and a similar number of delays with each call.
We walked to the embassy, then we walked to the shopping center. Then we had sushi, then we finally hunted down Rosanne in the supermarket being directed to the bread by a helpful employee as we followed her from one side of the store to the other. Bread is the item that she was initially going to the store for in the first place. She was tilted sharply over to one side to counterbalance the basket she was carrying.
It's hard to describe Costa Rican driving. I'll try again another time except to say that in pulling out of the parking space, Rosanne shifted three times. In reverse. I mentioned it to her. She was not amused.
Lights are back on.
It's fiesta night somewhere within shouting distance of my house and some nutty announcer is whipping the crowd up to some kind of salsa medley and the crowd is going nuts. If I weren't going out tonight it would be hella sleeping.
