A quick anecdote too rich not to share. As I recover from my reconstructive demolition derby aka surgery, I have sought solace in the soothing tropical flowers and foliage that surround our little paradise. Costa Rica is a beautiful country rich with compassionate, loving people (for the most part). There is no army here, just local policia, and the worst we have encountered so far is petty theft, which runs rather rampant, truth be told. So, my peaceful recuperation was rudely interrupted by two days of police helicopters hovering over our house, with the sounds of ocassional gunshot fire not too far off in the coffee fields. Apparently some armed banditos had robbed a liquor store in a nearby neighborhood, and had fled for our hills.
So, Monday morning I am laying bare-assed naked on the bed in our casita, suffering through a lymphatic drainage massage (if you don’t know, don’t ask), when the police copter hovered over our heads for the duration of my “massage”. I had visions of military maneuvers in Syria, or Yemen or Palestine, or wherever else such atrocities are going down daily as I write. I also had visions of an armed bandito busting through the door any second, taking me and my lovely masseuse hostage. Long story short, we finished the massage without incident. The cops never caught the third bandito who had hidden away in our coffee fields, but the chopper is gone now and life is back to the new norm. The cops even returned our binoculars, which they had borrowed for their two day search. They are loaded down with vests, guns, torches, you name it. Everything but binocs…go figure.
I am half way through the 6 week recovery period, praise the lord, and could not have made it without the love and support of K, who has cooked, cleaned and helped dress me in my corset every day. I felt so bad that there’s no GrubHub here, but the vegan options are non-existent anyway. Three more weeks and counting!!
Pura Vida!
Aug. 15, 2018
Judy Richter 