Has been slow thus far. I woke up to the relentless barking of our next door neighbors dog… my grandma later told me something had died and landed on our rooftop. I wasn’t able to visit the farmers market today (a crying shame) because my uncle’s car broke down last night on the way home (I forgot to blog about it) about 4 blocks away from the house. We luckily were at the top of a hill when this happened, and the downhill tract managed to give us just enough speed to pull into the driveway of the house. I cant imagine how my night would have gone had we been driving an extra ten minutes, or taken a wrong turn somewhere in the mountains causing our drive to last longer. I’m glad that didn’t happen to say the least.
I haven’t written much about San Jose yet. The city is, well, a city. Not much different than some areas in Long Beach… liquor stores, pulperias, potholes, graffiti, fences. The difference though is that everything is clean because it rains so much. And not to mention that around here, all of the cars are small. There isn’t a lot of litter in the streets, Costa Rica prides itself in the management of its country: wooden signs scatter the roadsides - “I believe in a pure Costa Rica” or “Water is the blood of our earth” and “People and nature can coexist peacefully”
My family lives in a small area in the northwestern part of San Jose, called Rohrmoser (I find it curious that at home, I live in Rossmoor). Rohrmoser is one of the nicer areas in the San Jose basin - a larger mall-type market called the Plaza Mayor houses a grocery store, movie theatre, florist, bookstore, Quiznos, Pops, petstore, lots of shoes and clothing stores and few other tiendas. There’s a specific part in the street on the way to Plaza Mayor where you can see almost the entirety of the rest of the basin, as Rohrmoser is elevated more than the rest of the other settlements in the area.
The house here is quaint. Yellow on the outside, orange and white on the inside. One bathroom painted blue, the other yellow. House colors here in Costa Rica are unreserved. I’ve seen a lot of pink (like flamingo pink) houses in the countryside… there is no code of conduct.
There are geckos that live in this house... my grandma put them here instead of using pesticide in order to control the creepy-crawlers. I haven't been able to see one of them yet (as they are elusive and small), but sometimes I can hear them chirping to one another. Theyre very, very loud.
I sleep in that room at the end of the hallway.
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