This is the cathedral in the middle of town, facing the central park. The parked is usually crowded in the evening, with people sitting on the concrete benches. There is a small carnival set up in front of the cathedral... at night, from my little balcony, I can hear the kids screaming on the Kamikaze.
The farmer's market is every Thursday on the south side of town. I think I'm going to be looking forward to every Thursday as if it were the weekend. All the gringos come in from wherever they are tucked away around the valley to stock up on food for the week, and if I hang out there long enough, I'm bound to bump into someone that I've met. It's just nice to talk to someone every now and then, without having to struggle for language.
This past Thursday, I saw Mudflap there. His visa is about to run out, so he's going to make a border run next week to Nicaragua. He has invited me to go. Hmm, let's see... a nice cheap run to Nicaragua with a guy who's fluent in Spanish... sweet, I'm going!
Sunrise from my apartment this morning, pay no mind to the power lines. Most of San Isidro is outside of this picture, down a little to the right. The sun comes up just before six in the morning, and sets at about six in the evening. I'm still getting used to the rhythyms around here, Ticos get up early to get some work in before the rains come in the early afternoon.
This is where I had breakfast this morning (as well as spilling coffee in my lap, brilliant), and where I've had a meal for the previous three days as well... Soda Popeye, in the central market. I was just wandering around in the market the first time I ate there, daydreaming a little, when I heard someone say hello. Buenas. I looked over to see the four people who were working in the soda all smiling at me, so I figured that was the place to be. This morning the cook gave me a large thin patacon, just so I could try it. This is why I want to stick in one place for a while, so I can get to know people and nice little things like that happen. That's Hilda on the right, reading the newspaper... she's the boss.
An average street downtown. Go up the hill there a little, make a right and go a block, and there's my apartment.
I'm off to San Jose this afternoon for a couple days. I've got two more little posts I'm about set up to publish on Sunday and Monday. In the meantime, send me an email, hmm? Let me know what's going on in your life. How are you liking the posts? Any favorites? Any that put you to sleep?
The email is johnomadic -at- yahoo -dot- com
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