Sunday, 10 October 2010
At least the airport's open...
Lucky I'm arriving by air......
I am making the move from France to Costa Rica, leaving my house unsold behind me, in need of a fresh blast of air in my life.
I am not looking for an ideal...I am certainly not about to 'live the dream'...and I know that Costa Rica is no paradise, but it will give me what I need for the moment.
A breathing space. Time to take stock. Recovery time.
Then we'll see.
At least, that is the idea, but I know from experience that that is not what will happen.
I'll get caught up in things, life will start winding tendrils round my ankles and I'll soon find it hard to distinguish the rainforest from the trees.
Still, welcome to my discoveries in the land of the plastic bag.....the one in Central America, on the thin bit, just north of the one with the canal.....Costa Rica.