Last night I once again found myself in Montezuma. I’ve now been there three times since I’ve moved here. Just typing “moved here” seems so strange and unreal. It’s such an odd de ja vu type feeling being on that little Montezuma street. The first time I passed Orgánico, the little restaurant where Lindsay and I liked, and the Pizza place where our group ate at least three times in one weekend! The second time, I wandered to the beach and inadvertently ended up right by to the tiny Hotel (Mar y Cielo) where we all stayed last year. I just had to stare at it and wonder is this real? I was looking up at the exact same window that I looked out of last May. A year ago, Montezuma was just a fun weekend excursion and now it’s where I live.
This time, my Tica family and I went out for dinner and a movie. We went to Sano Banano (healthy banana), which is a hotel and restaurant. Every night at 7:30, they pull down a big screen and show a movie. I’m quite certain that I attract all the little creatures this country has to show for. Aside from all the bugs, I’ve had close encounters with an iguana, and a massive frog. Something caught my eye while I was sitting and it was a crab just crawling past my feet.
I was very happy to have a fresh fruit smoothie—they were one of my favorite things last year. I also treated myself to sushi and ice-cream… two delicacies I have not had since I left the United States. Mmmmm!
So as we are eating dinner, it started raining, but that’s nothing new here. It continued. And continued. Then there was this loud zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzppppppppppptttttttttttt sound from outside, a flash of light, and a few screams. Almost on cue, everyone got up and ran outside to see the power line up in flames! I’ve never seen anything like that before. The firemen came and put it out, but the electricity was gone. Interesting night.
A less exciting, but equally important story happened earlier that day. I was at the supermercado, or “super” as they call it here, looking for nail polish remover. I found it (quita esmalte it’s called), and I decided to pick up some cereal too since I was there. Forget the extravagant price of markers, as I mentioned earlier this week. One box of cereal is the equivalent of 6 dollars and change. We’re not even talking a big box here! I couldn’t bring myself to buy any. Couldn’t do it. I’ll be importing a suitcase full of peanut butter and multi-grain cheerios after my trip home in July.
Random picture for the weekend:
|My not-so-little, obese kitty skyped with me yesterday! (and he was purring)|