Sorry I’m not home right now, I’m walking in the spider webs, so leave a message and I’ll call you back. This is my life, as I walk through 2-3 gigantic, yet invisible spider webs on a daily basis (while singing No Doubt lyrics in my head). I am aware that the neighbors probably think I’m insane, as I do my invisible-spider-web-karate-chop-spin-moves, accompanied by simultaneous high-pitched screeching, usually also occurring at the same time as my get-away-from-me-you-stupid-mosquito dance. I’ve definitely had to get over my fear of spiders and bugs while living in Central America. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a tarantula twice now…he seems to live in the Super Samara, the grocery store just down the street from our house, in the banana section (thanks again to Gwen Stefani for helping me always be able to spell b-a-n-a-n-a-s). And I still shop there. We have yet to make full-on frontal eye-contact, I usually see him scurrying quickly under a shelf, just out of the corner of my eye. I think he respects that I’m just not ready for that yet. Baby steps.
Sophie is fitting in well in Samara. She has met 4 other wiener dogs and it’s always entertaining watching a bunch of long dogs sniffing each other in circles on the beach. Her life is full of animal encounters and the hunter inside her never sleeps, or takes a day off. I just watched her chase a big iguana in circles around a tree, from the kitchen window, while scream-barking hysterically. Before that I witnessed a squirrel taunting her from a tree in our yard. As I watch he slowly creeps down the tree, as close as he can get without being within her reach, making squirrel noises at her. He finishes eating his fig and then throws the seed at her. He has pretty decent aim, and a pretty decent arm. By the way, the sound of figs being thrown onto our metal roof in the middle of the night, by Costa Rican squirrels with attitude problems, resembles the sound of gunshots.
We just got back from another kayak excursion. We threw our kayak in our forerunner and drove it down to the other end of Playa Samara and paddled out to Isla Chora again, at low tide. The water was calm and the pelicans dove into the water around us as we paddled out to the island. Once on the island we walked around, talked to the resident raccoon, hung out with hermit crabs, sunbathed, swam & snorkeled. We only saw a few small fish, but it was a blast. On our way back we witnessed a flock of about 50 small birds, diving into the ocean simultaneously after a school of fish. And for once we did not tip the kayak over as we were coming to shore. We’re getting good at this ocean-living lifestyle.
Our Spanish is slowly getting better. We are studying flash cards in between our 2-3 classes/week. A lot of it is just making yourself get out there and speak Spanish to people, even if you sound like an idiot. Like I did as I said to our gardener yesterday “hi, your name is Kari and it’s raining” (it wasn’t). Even though I walk away from every attempted Spanish conversation feeling embarrassed, that is how you learn. And Costa Ricans are so nice and patient, and usually willing to help you if you’re willing to try to speak their language. And if all else fails, just repeat “Pura Vida” over and over, which is how our conversations with the gardener, Mingo, usually go. Mingo did introduce us to a new fruit tree in our yard that we didn’t know much about. The fruit is big, green and pokey and is called Cherimoya. Apparently it tastes like a combination of peach, strawberry, pineapple, banana, & papaya. Mark Twain called it “the most delicious fruit known to man”. The creamy texture of the flesh gives the fruit its secondary name, custard apple. Mingo picked a big one for us and told us “dos dias”, so we will wait two days and then try it out.
The other day we went to a new waterfall, right outside the town of Nicoya, about 15 minutes from Samara. These falls don’t have a name that I know of, and they are very off-grid and not mentioned online anywhere that I could find. We turned down a random dirt road and after a couple kilometers of pothole driving we pulled off by a small gap in a barbed wire fence. We could hear the falls and hiked down a hill toward them. The water was a little dirty, so we chose not to swim and risk disease, but it was a beautiful & peaceful place to spend a few hours. The hike down involved many slippery, muddy rocks, so it is a little risky, which I found out as I slipped and fell. If there is a way to fall, I will find it! I never seem to outgrow my klutziness. Not sure if we’ll go back again anytime soon, but it’s nice to know there’s a waterfall that close to Samara.
Our internet has been going out a lot lately, due to weather. We are in the middle of rainy season, it pours all afternoon and all evening. We love the cool weather and the intense thunder & lightning storms. The heavens put on quite the show for us nightly. The sky lights up with multiple streaks of light and we brace ourselves for the booming crack that is sure to follow. The thunder is so piercingly loud, the walls of the house vibrate with it. Every night I think we are experiencing an earthquake, but it’s just angry Costa Rican thunder. That, or God hosting a bowling tournament. Sophie seems to love it though, as she loves any good excuse to bark. Hasta Luego Amigos!
"Let more joy into your life.
This world is given to us as a beautiful garden and we diminish it if we do not enjoy its fruits."
-Dr. Brian Weiss
Kari Pinkerton Silcox
It would be a tragedy to die, having never really lived. Which is why my husband Andy and I quit our jobs, sold our house and decided to chase our dreams. We moved to Costa Rica without a plan, and this is the story of our adventure.