Playa Chiquita, Limón province, Costa Rica
Everyone says travel is educational. Here’s some of what we’ve learned today:
- Toilet paper goes in the garbage can here, not down the toilet. Weird? You bet. Gross? Not as much as you think.
- The “Jaguar Rescue Centre” is surprisingly devoid of jaguars. It’s a good thing they had a mergay, because otherwise N would have been really disappointed.
- If you raise parrots in a small cage, they never develop the ability to fly well. Hmm… just like with kids and life skills.
- The kids really did pay attention to some of the documentaries we showed them: today at the beach, R and E lay down on their bellies in the very shallow surf and s-l-o-w-l-y crawled out along the sand, shouting, “Look! We’re evolving!”
- If you lecture your spouse about beach safety, you will find yourself in an unsafe swimming situation.
- It is very hard to swim against the current with a panicky ten-year-old grabbing your arm.
- Mr. December keeps a cool head no matter what.
- There are spiky things on the rocks in the ocean. You do NOT want to get dragged across them by the waves.
- Half of the restaurants in this town claim to open from 5-9; they do not. The other half require reservations—not because they’re swanky, but because there just aren’t enough restaurants open in town right now. Hmmm. Seems like a solvable problem…
- If you’re walking along the side of the road in the dark, there will be animal poop to step in. Corollary: if there is animal poop to step in, I will be the one to step in it.
It’s been a long day. Mr. December has just poured me a makeshift rum punch, and I intend to drink it before bed.
Oh, and #11: If I want to post pics on my blog, I should take them myself. Can’t rely on others to share pics in a timely manner.