Imagine waking up to rain most days. The sounds of Doves calling out to mate. A Geico Crawling high on the window and your dogs barking at it. Cows being led down the main highway to pasture down the street. Granted it isn’t the freeways of Los Angeles, but it gets its fair share of traffic. Horses tied to a wire fence close to the highway or a saddled horse outside the neighbors house readied for its work day.
The sun rising over the mountain overlooking Lake Arenal with its bright orange hues as your girlfriend is making homemade raisin bread. Imagine the fragrance of fresh Costa Rican coffee and the smell of cinnamon and raisin as the loaf is cooking in the oven. This is what is like to live in Costa Rica. The flowerery fragrance of natures call. The effervescent takes over your senses and explodes in your being. Can you understand why I love it here?
In the early morning the people rise. I sit on the front porch and watch them walk by. Some are taking their kids to school, while others take the bus to work . The bus system is very good here and the people use it often. Most people walk or travel by bus. For senior citizens it is free and you always see ten or fifteen people waiting for bus.
As I sit and stare out at the lake. I hear the monkeys in the distance. A young man starts his motorcycle making the monkeys voice their disapproval of the loud noise. I awoke at five A.M. It is seven A.M.,the local grass cutters are out using their weed whackers to cut down the growth on the side of the roads. No heavy grass cutters here. People do most of the work with picks, shovels and sledge hammers. The country tries to keep their people working. Not a lot of progressive machinery here.
A Toucan is high in a tree calling for some company. Reminding me to start my day. I became a resident a couple of months ago. I need to go to the clinic today and pick up my prescriptions. No cost to me. One of the benefits of being part of Caja, the national insurance I pay fifty dollars a month for. I need some money for the week and need to go to the bank. Corina and I wish to go to the beach this week.
Relaxed, smiling and enjoying the good life. Pura Vida😎
May your life be grand!
The Lonely Biker
“The Harley’s hallow rumble could be heard
As Mark rode through the trees and ferns
Listening to the many birds
Riding slowly as he observed
The magnificent beauty of Big Sur
Down the mountain to the ocean blue
He stops for a better view
He locks his bike to walk the sands”
Excerpt From: Timothy M. Nugent. “The Lonely Biker.” XlibrisUS, 2015-09-30T04:00:00+00:00. iBooks.
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