I can't even blog about a fraction of our adventures. I will have to add blogs when I get home, believe you me!
Suffice to say that we left La Sámara today and are safely ensconced in our FANTABULOUS digs, on a hilltop overlooking all the "playas" "beaches"of Tamarindo. I can't post any pics because of my usual storage problems. F<$$?!$&&!!! Mañana!
We hope to get a r...e...a...l...l...y good night's sleep tonight. The first night in La Sámara we had that damn rooster! The second night Louise could smell woodsmoke, when we went to bed. So could I, and my sense of smell is poor, so you can imagine how STRONG it was. The turistas next door in the AirBnb had made a campfire on the beach, and gone to bed without putting it out. Louise was so concerned that embers would set our little casita on fire, and we would burn up quickly because everthing is SO dry. Honestly, her mind goes a mile a minute ALL the time. I figured that effin rooster would wake us up in time, if the place were on fire.
The third night, when the rooster started to CROW (because he would start around 3:00 am), a S-K-U-N-K got scared, SPRAYED and THAT smell woke us up!! HOWEVER, it DID shut the rooster up, so thank goodness for small mercies. Furthermore, new arrivals in the casita in front of us, partied hardy quite late, to boot!! We had little to no sleep.
Our fourth and last night, the smell of marijuana wafted through the open beamed ceiling/roof of our casita. Of ALL the odours and smells our olfactory senses were teased and tormented with these last
four nights, I have to admit this one was THE least offensive. We fell asleep on a high! LOL
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that was TOTALLY life affirming, happened to me this morning. I walked out my door, at 7:30 am, on my way to take Vimy for a walk, before... -
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That day, I woke up to the news that Canada was seemingly falling apart. I was getting frantic messages to come home, while I still could. ...
so interesting and funny at the same time sweetheart. love reading them
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