Journal

Alaine and I slept until about 8:30.  We got up and wanted to walk to the store so we asked the caretaker of the place if there was one nearby.  He said no, but a lady who also worked there was about to drive to the store and we could get a ride with her.  She took us to a big supermarket in Heredia which reminded me of stores in Houston, then to a feria with super-cheap fruits and vegetables.  We would have bought a bunch of stuff but we didn’t want to have to carry it around with us for two days.  When we got back to the cabina it was almost time for Curt to pick us up so we barely had time to eat the food we had bought. 

Curt took us back to his rented place and Bea made us a traditonal Colombian breakfast: arepas, which are like thick tortillas with melted cheese on top, scrambled eggs with veggies mixed in, and fresh fruit.  After eating we just hung out and talked for a while and then headed out to visit some friends of theirs.  When we got there they weren’t home so we went to the house Curt is building and he took Bill, Kim, Alaine and me on a long hike around the property.  We went down to a creek near the house and sat for a bit first.  Bill swung on a vine.  Kim was going to swing too, but there was a spider on the vine so she wouldn’t.  Alaine picked up some kind of …


… seed-pod that had fine little stickers that got in her hand but didn’t hurt.  We walked up the creek a little then crossed to a field where Curt picked us some berries that were delicious.  We walked over to where a gringa is building a huge house.  Alaine cut herself on barbed wire.  We returned to Curt’s house by the road.

We all went out to a pizza place for dinner, then back to Curt’s rented house for a while and then to the cabina for dessert.  After Curt and Bea left, the four of us played fan-tan until we couldn’t stay awake anymore, which wasn’t long.