Friday, March 17, 2017
Costa Rica Diaries, Part 6
January 30, 2017
Woke up several times last night and wondered if I had been asleep or not. I felt odd. I think it’s the book our other instructor, Will Viharo, asked us to read (Things I Do When I’m Awake). I’m finding it difficult to enjoy the subject matter; it’s too violent and sex-centric for my little innocent Baptist self. I am always open to experiencing new things but my brain is like a computer and what you let inside, takes up space and stays awhile.
I’m wearing my pink pants today; a walking fiesta. I don’t play golf but I sure do like the clothing.
Last night we went to the ocean and were asked to write about the sunset. Zeke Tyrus loves him some sunsets and I must admit those in Costa Rica are breathtaking. “Ever forward is the mandate” is the last line of my essay. I’m feeling inspired. I left the beach before everyone else as along with my inspiration, I got a cramp in my butt cheek from the log I sat on and I am not about to recline in the sand, like some castaway. I have my limits. I retired to the nearby restaurant and ordered papas fritas, which is Spanish for french fries, and not Frito Pie like I initially thought. When they arrived, just before my colleagues, they came with a pink sauce that I discovered, upon questioning, to be ketchup and mayo mixed together. Costa Ricans are my people! For dinner I had the most amazing red snapper fajitas.
I talked to Michelle (Halverson) about her book and our rudimentary Spanish. I find it interesting that Costa Ricans are so happy you’re even trying to speak Spanish that they readily offer assistance and try to figure out what you need. They are very supportive and giving. Americans, on the other hand, demand everyone “SPEAK ENGLISH”. The only group I can think of in America who is collaborative when learning or using their language is the deaf community. They are so patient and kind when you try to use Sign Language. We’ve got to be more like that.
My sunset essay:
The sun is still fairly high in the sky but it is already casting its glow on the water like a golden carpet placed perfectly between an island configuration called The 3 Sisters. Though they aren’t symmetrical, these islands are balanced on either side of this glowing aisle like fortunate families sometimes are. One like a Phoenix rising, one like a rabbit sitting and the third and largest like a face looking up to the sky with a protruding forehead and prominent chin.
This golden carpet, reaching almost to shore, gives me a sense of calm contentment. I don’t know if I’m to go to someone at the other end who is waiting for me or if they are headed my direction, so I wait patiently. I know whichever way will be the best because I‘ll know which movements to make if I simply sit and listen. As the sun continues its descent, the carpet moves toward me; coming as close as it dares and then retreating like an unfamiliar dog deciding if I am friend or foe.
I know I will have to take a few steps to meet it as even good things coming toward me require some movement, some commitment on my part. All success is kinetic; it requires an agreement to move. Where you are is the result of a previous success; it’s now an inert success.
Ever forward is the mandate.