Famous last words, but I mean it this time. There isn't a bone in my body that doesn't ache. When I lay down, omg, it is heaven of the sort you only dream about.
We have nine bags and three laptops Hal and I: pretty much our net worth. To add a level of fun you can't get just anywhere, I've lost my passport. Sweet. Because, you know, I'm really in the mood for a challenge.
First thing in the am, Hal is going to the airport with 7 bags and I'm going to the U.S. Embassy with two. Supposedly, I can get an emergency passport in time to catch the flight. Ojalá, that would so so good. But, you know, I will live either way.
If I don't get it in time, it will be a good excuse to camp out at Barbara's house, one of my amigas nuevas de Costa Rica. She was at the Second-to-Last Supper: she's the one waving in the back.
Going clockwise around the table from 7pm is Ginnee, Phil, Sam, Hal, Barbara, Steve, Annie and Jorge. Good company, good soup, excellent salad, homemade bread, iced tea and wine. Perfect meal.
Ginnee and Phil spent two nights with us, left this morning with two truck loads of excellent crap. They bought some beds, tables, y misc otras cosas [other things]. I gave them all the kitchen stuff and the linens, figuring I'll get to visit my crap when we return next year, at least for a day. What I didn't take into account is packing all that stuff up. Granted it was "free" but have you ever packed up a kitchen? Free, my butt. I bet they were wishing they'd paid top dollar for it all and had it packed when they got here!!!
They worked like slaves packing everything up in boxes and towels so none of it would break on the way home. (Phil does not throw things in a box: he packs meticulously.) They basically moved me out of that house in two days. I am forever grateful and hope to return the favor. Actually, no, I never want to help them move from where they are. They gotta perfect forever spot, those two.
Like Lisa and Tom who just took us to the absolutely-this-is-it Last Supper at Casona de Laly. Lisa and Tom are theatre buds and another awesome option for a last minute sleepover… They have settled beautifully in a house up the hill from me. The best place on the planet to watch Costa Rica's NYE every-man-woman-child-dog-and-cow-for-himself fireworks display.
But, right now, it's 8:15: bedtime. I need to get up by 4 so I can rout through the bags of trash in the garage and see if I can find my *&@($* pasaporte.
Maybe I'll stare at the view for a minute or two first. I'm not too sad unless I'm actually hugging someone for the last time for at least a year, then I cry. Otherwise, we are both numb, too tired to feel. This is a blessing. More to be revealed when I land on my alternate universe (hopefully) mañana.
Pura vida, paz y abrazos, Saratica
UPDATE: It's 11:30am, I am at the airport, ready to board. Got to the embassy at 7am, got to the airport at 9am with my emergency passport! Checked all those bags, plenty of time for free coffee and chocolates at the Café Britt store… hasta la vista, mis amigos!
I can’t help but get teary reading this ! You have been a big influence in my life and changes even though we never hung out together. I am looking forward to reading the continuing adventures from another place.
Wow glad everything worked out! The living room looks so weird empty. 🙁
Can’t wait to hear about your new adventures! Take care! {and here’s to a bit less drama in your life for awhile. lol}
This is weird! I’m sitting in Toronto…a zillion miles away I figure….and feel sick about someone’s move, I’ve never met. Butyou Saratica have a gift and I hope you continue to share it. I for one would be miserable without my Tican muse. Take care.
I am eating Hal’s 5 star chicken soup for the second time today. Love it!!! Can’t believe you are gone. I feel lonely just knowing you are not here. Thank you for your friendship, for sharing your friends with us, and for all of that stuff.
I hung Hal’s favorite painting on the wall, and it jumped off about 15 minutes later. Hmmm.
Blessings my friends, we await your return. Stay safe, wear your tin hats. Love you…
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” Mark Twain
Even when you’re running out the door to try and catch a plane,,, I learned you can get an emergency passport in one day from reading about your experience on your blog.
I sure am gunna miss ya girl!! Teri
I would sure miss your blog. I only read it about once a month to catch up with what you guys are doing. I feel it’s my last thread of connection to Costa Rica. But now that’s even gone.
Take care and good luck to you and the family.
Hey Scott, me, too! I got teary writing it, looking at that forlorn picture. But we are good, looking ahead. ‘Cause it’s the fastest way to get back!!!
Less drama? Would I know how to act???
Thank you, Sharon. I’m only hoping KY will turn out to be as interesting as Costa Rica… of course, the accent alone is excellent fodder!
Got my tin hat on now, Ginnee. I won’t go anywhere without it, because, well you know, what if the rays were activated?
Thank you, Robert, that is perfect.
I’ll be back, Teri, if only in writing for awhile… who knows?
Thanks, Barry — luck always comes in handy!