Abstract
March 5, 2006
Flew in a day early, because I tend to get air sick. Staying in a plain, but clean motel in Alajuela. I lust after some air conditioning, but I knew I was coming to a third world country. What is it like?
Mountainous, verdant green for sure, but there are also things here I see at home, mouring Doves, squirrels, and mosquitoes.
But I really know I'm not at home when I have dinner served to me on a banana leaf.