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costa rica smells
Dec. 6th, 2009 08:30 pmCosta Rica manages to simultaneously smell like Pennsic and the US Navy and highway onramps and my friends' kitchen in Hilo. It's an interesting mix.
I find it hard to describe what it is about places that make them uniquely themselves. Descriptions tend to rely on analogies -well, mine do - and if an analogy worked, it wouldn't be a strange and exciting new place. It would be somehow something like another place. Yeah. So I have smells.
I can talk about events and stuff we did, though.
We're here for a long weekend. Its my first foreign land (and my first post of any length from my phone, so bear with any crappiness). The sun is very sunny this deep into the tropics; we were sweaty and gross in the time it took to walk from a boat to shade on the beach this afternoon. Snorkeling trip today. Turtle. Rays. Coral. The tiny jellyfish that don't sting were the most amazing bit of that, actually. Millions of them. I could see and feel them all over. That was fun.
I suspect J got dehydrated in all the fun, since she's in bed crazy early.
It's a sign, I think, of a good vacation that I only vaguely remember what we did yesterday, let alone that I have a job. I got a photo of a monkey leaping fro tree to tree. There's almost no point in taking more pictures after that. I mean. Monkey! Jumping! I'm pretty sure those monkeys laughed at us.
This trip has its own rating scale now, ascending from Houston to monkey. We were stuck in Houston for hours with snow and subsequent de-icing. That kinda sucked. The airport food was bad, there was nowhere for J to smoke, and the internets weren't free. Texas. You aren't making me like you any more.
Tomorrow we're going to Las Pumas, a big cat rehab center in the jungle (we're staying with J's mom in Playas del Coco, where we've our own little apartment thanks to a friend whose place is empty). I suspect that'll be way more monkey than Houston.
I find it hard to describe what it is about places that make them uniquely themselves. Descriptions tend to rely on analogies -well, mine do - and if an analogy worked, it wouldn't be a strange and exciting new place. It would be somehow something like another place. Yeah. So I have smells.
I can talk about events and stuff we did, though.
We're here for a long weekend. Its my first foreign land (and my first post of any length from my phone, so bear with any crappiness). The sun is very sunny this deep into the tropics; we were sweaty and gross in the time it took to walk from a boat to shade on the beach this afternoon. Snorkeling trip today. Turtle. Rays. Coral. The tiny jellyfish that don't sting were the most amazing bit of that, actually. Millions of them. I could see and feel them all over. That was fun.
I suspect J got dehydrated in all the fun, since she's in bed crazy early.
It's a sign, I think, of a good vacation that I only vaguely remember what we did yesterday, let alone that I have a job. I got a photo of a monkey leaping fro tree to tree. There's almost no point in taking more pictures after that. I mean. Monkey! Jumping! I'm pretty sure those monkeys laughed at us.
This trip has its own rating scale now, ascending from Houston to monkey. We were stuck in Houston for hours with snow and subsequent de-icing. That kinda sucked. The airport food was bad, there was nowhere for J to smoke, and the internets weren't free. Texas. You aren't making me like you any more.
Tomorrow we're going to Las Pumas, a big cat rehab center in the jungle (we're staying with J's mom in Playas del Coco, where we've our own little apartment thanks to a friend whose place is empty). I suspect that'll be way more monkey than Houston.