I love sunsets! This particular sunset is the back of los Bristos in the la Mission Hotel in Arenal, Costa Rica. Forgive me if I misspelled the location, but I am having difficulty with my search because the WiFi is weak when it is raining and it is a big storm this afternoon, lightning and thunder. This photo makes me relax and gives me perspective. Right now, I am disenchanted with Facebook. Too much hate, opinions and politics.
I moved to Costa Rica for peace and tranquility. In Las Vegas there are three to four deaths a night. Politics are raging and the parties dragged it into Facebook. I go out to a gringo breakfast and people want to talk politics. What ever happened to, How is your day? What do you do to keep busy? Guess what, I stopped going to the breakfasts because you can take politics where the sun does not shine. Oops 😬
I am tired with the same old hate rhetoric. I am tired of one party bad mouthing the other party. That is what you get on Facebook and it overflows into your daily life. Everyone has an opinion of our President; especially those people who said they would move from The USA if he got elected. None of them backed up their big mouths; I guess the money is too good. Well, I did move out of the states for peace and quiet 🤫 and Facebook will not give it to me.
I have a big decision to make since I advertise my books on Facebook; should I stay or should I go? What do you think? Press the link below for my bookstore:
The Man with a Limp
It is a cold winter morning in Santa Cruz, California. It is windy, rainy and no one is at the beach. A lone man, about twenty-four years old is walking with a six-foot bamboo walking stick. He is wearing a rain poncho, a rain hat, and rubber boots. He has thick long black hair down to his shoulders and a massive long black beard hanging down to the middle of his chest. He walks with a limp on the left side. His hand is curled up, and his left arm hangs down, appearing to be a useless appendage. He is smiling; it is obvious he likes to walk in the rain. With him, as he walks is a large German Shepard who has scars on its face and a large scar on his chest. I own a restaurant on the beach called “The Santa Cruz Experience.” It is an inexpensive diner with the usual Santa Cruz decor: surfboards and surfing pictures hang on the walls and a Harley Davidson motorcycle setting inside to the right, by the front door. I like to ride. My name is Jack.