Thanks to ginger ale, miso soup, crackers and the love of a good man, I'm back.
Mr. A finally got the monkey pictures up. We're officially going to sign off now and enjoy our last few days in paradise.
As they say here -- Pura vida and adios.
Showing posts with label Vacations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vacations. Show all posts
Thursday, April 19, 2007
All better
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Mi esposa tiene el dolor de estomago
It's true. Sadly, Mrs. Anderson has been felled by a touch of the "traveler's malady." So I'm sitting here by myself, munching on a chicken sandwich and uploading the most recent batch of pictures.
This morning I arose at the crack of dawn when the stores opened and ran down the beach into town to get some remedies for Wifey. Apparently, no one in Montezuma has any need for Pepto Bismol or Maalox. Or Tums. Or Rolaids. They sell Milk of Magnesia - but isn't that used to induce vomiting? No, quite the opposite of what we're looking for, I'm afraid.
So I read the labels on all the little boxes and tried to find the Costa Rican equivalents of familiar medicines. "Panadol" in lieu of Tylenol. "Andrews" rather than Alka-Seltzer. Something else with the word "estomago" on the label. And finally, a big box of Soda crackers and a bottle of Gatorade.
A few hours later, Mrs. A seems better. I'm sure she'll be back on her feet in no time.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
What we're reading (expanded vacation version)
In the hustle bustle of everyday life Mr. Anderson and I never manage to read the way we'd like to. This vacation has been a bonanza for us. Not only did we bring our own books, but the lending library at this hippy dippy place is chock full of awesome and odd titles to dig into when we're finished with our own.
Here's what we've got so far...
JHA:
Currently…
* The Audacity of Hope, Barack Obama
Up Next...
* Cryptonomicon, Neal Stephenson
Finished…
* Children Playing Before a Statue of Hercules, David Sedaris
* Everyman, Philip Roth
* The Final Solution, Michael Chabon
* The Cement Garden, by Ian McEwan
* Complications, by Atul Gawand
JLA:
Currently…
* Children Playing Before a Statue of Hercules, David Sedaris
Up Next:
* The Audacity of Hope, Barack Obama
Finished…
* Blood Brother: 33 Reasons My Brother Scott Peterson is Guilty, Anne Bird
* Dress your Family in Courduroy and Denim, David Sedaris
* The Queen’s Fool, Philippa Gregory (Saucy historical chick lit!! Hurrah!! I love vacation!)
* The Constant Princess, Philippa Gregory (More more more!!!)
Notes for Virg, who shares my special love for court tv...
The Scott Peterson book was a quick read. She's not a terrific writer, so ultimately she really does just present a list of 33 incidents and thoughts that lead her to believe her brother killed his wife and baby. A lot of the reasons were odd and circumstantial - like in the midst of the ordeal, he ordered adult cable channels, and seemed to be obsessed with cleaning his pool. Huh? Weird for sure, but I'm not sure that means he's a depraved killer who murdered his wife in his pool -- which is where she goes with it.
In any case, 3 of her items stood out to me: he seemed uninterested in looking for her when she was missing, plus when the police would look in certain areas he would offhandedly comment “they’ll never find her there” (seriously!), and last but not least .... while she was missing, and they suspected she had been kidnapped by devil worshipers, Scott was flirting with his sister’s young babysitter. EEEwwwwwhhhh!!
Friday, April 13, 2007
Bienvenidos a Ylang Ylang
Hola, LaPlanderson.com readers. I'm posting this from the bar at Ylang Ylang Beach Hotel in Montezuma, where Mrs. Anderson and I arrived late last night after a great road-trip adventure from Arenal. As you may have heard, the roads in Costa Rica are a little rough. Which is usually for the best, since the general rule down here is: the better the pavement, the faster you drive. (We passed by at least three massive accident scenes during the three-hour ride down from the mountains. Never have I been so glad to not be driving.)
As you can tell from the new photos, this place is incredibly beautiful, remote, and most of all, filled with filthy hippie burnouts peaceful, mellow nature-loving people. (The hotel has a yoga studio and serves sushi but no beef, if that helps paint the picture.)
We'll post more later. Right now I've got a Guaro Sour and a hammock with my name on them.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Things we never imagined we'd say...
...And yet, have. All within the last 48 hours.
- "¡Despacio! ¡Hay un sloth en el camino!"
("Slow down! There's a sloth in the road!")
- "Man, I really hope that volcano blows tonight."
- "Shhhh! Did you hear that? Is that a monkey?"
- "Lean back, you'll be more aerodynamic."
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
A vacation!
For our 10-year anniversary Mr. Anderson and I have decided to take an honest-to-goodness romantic 2 week vacation. This is unprecendented. I am beside myself with excitement. We're going to Costa Rica! 
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Why, exactly, am I sitting in a cube?
Monday, April 10, 2006
I'm thinking I should get a concert t-shirt - cut off so you can see my belly button.
Had a business trip to Phoenix last week, and we're off on vacation in Mexico tomorrow, so I'm spending the weekend in Scottsdale.
I've been out this way many many times before and never felt particularly connected to the area but this time it's different. The warm weather and western landscape have made me a bit homesick. (Plus Phoenix is beginning to feel like LA in some unpleasant ways too - there's ridiculous traffic, endless mini-malls, and thousands of leased BMWs on the freeways.)
One homesick moment I didn't expect: last night I borrowed my brother-in-law's pick up truck to pick up the man from the airport. It was a clear night with a gorgeous full moon cascading light across the desert. About 10 minutes into the drive I found myself driving with the windows down, warm wind blowing through the cab, with my head bobbing to Led Zeppelin.
That's right. You read it right. Me. In a pick up truck. Listening to Led Zeppelin. And it was, like, totally frickin' awesome.
Tomorrow on to... Puerto Penasco - Mexico!!!
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