THE CRANKY OLD MAN
Random thoughts and stuff from a cranky old man. Humor (maybe)and satire, mostly stuff from a confused head.
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Getting to Costa
Rica should have been easy.It was, but
with some agida.
OC is one
who always dots his I’s and crosses his Tee’s. I am one that just sort of goes
along and expects stuff to work out.This
difference may be one reason that OC has always been successful at virtually
everything he set out to do while I traditionally fall short of expectations. It is also a reason we sometimes butt brotherly
concerned that my passport would not be accepted as it expired within 6 months
of our planned trip.(Turns out this was
a valid concern, score one for Mr. Worrywart.)My fear was that while sending off for a renewed passport I only had
eight weeks before the trip and was afraid a bureaucratic screw-up would kill
That did not
happen, the passport was renewed, and the trip was still on.
was meeting me at the airport.Mr. Cross
the Tee’s and dot the I’s, was convinced I could not find the pickup point at
the Atlanta Airport.
Keep in mind I have gone to this
airport several times when I have visited in previous years.
“I’m going to meet you at Baggage
North.To get there you will take the
train that runs between terminals.Now
the airport is like a big spine, with terminals running along the spine. (at
this point I am totally zoned out on all his details) You need to go to
terminal T.When you get there, go up
the stairs, (ZZZZzzzz) and go to baggage north.Do not
go to baggage south, go to baggage north, I think it is on the right.If you don’t find it…”
“I think I can follow the signs to
terminal T, baggage north and then call your cell to handle the pick up.”
“Ok, but you may not get service
until you get to (ZZZZzzzz) terminal T and…”
“I think I’ll be ok.”
My plane from
Newark deplaned at Terminal T, the first sign I saw was for Baggage North, I
called his cell and the pickup was complete in less than five minutes. (Score
one for Mr. Gowiththeflow.)
The next day
we drove back to the airport with YC.Mike was to meet us in San Jose, Costa Rica.We made the plane with little incident,
though OC found about seventy-five things to worry about.The flight to Costa Rica was also smooth
until we landed.
my bag from the overhead, I heard and felt something in my knee snap which should
not snap.I limped the rest of the day fearing
that this trip may be ruined by a bad knee.We met up with Mike who had recently hurt his back…this was not heading
for a successful ending.
knee did not swell up, and eventually it seemed stable.It was just a tweak that worked itself out.
We were met at the airport by a cute young Costa Rica guide who led us through customs and to the bus that
would take us to our new home in Los Suenos, Costa Rica, about a two hour drive
way it was pretty hot and the driver suggested we stop for a refreshing dip in
a local river.The driver spoke only a
little English, but YC had been to Costa Rica twice for a language immersion
course, had taken Spanish through high school and college, and he uses the
language in his job as a school administrator, often speaking with parents who do not
know English, so we had the luxury of an interpreter for the whole trip.
This was the
river where we stopped.It was pretty
hot, but we still decided a dip did not look all that inviting.
on to Los Suenos and settled in for the night prepared for the next day’s
fishing for sailfish.