RAIN FOREST ADVENTURE

This is a preamble to what lies ahead for Marilyn and I. The weather in Costa Rica tomorrow is expected to be a sultry 35 Celsius with a mix of sun and cloud. Stay tuned to this page for daily updates. This is your ticket to travel with us and experience our holiday in the rain forests of Costa Rica.

DAY 1

We rose in the blackness of night, too early for the living. Marilyn’s cats were confused by the early morning disturbance. They were no longer prowling the room where the stranger slept in THEIR bed. The limo arrived right on time and it was clear sailing to the airport traveling on deserted highways.

We checked in at the counter and retrieved our boarding passes. We breezed through security and into the secure area where we waited the next couple of hours for our flight. This time I didn’t have to remove my shoes since we were not traveling into the U.S.A. In retrospect, I could have worn the air cast on my foot. I’m grateful to avoid U.S. travel and the hordes of people and long security lines and seemingly endless searches. Difficult times in an uncertain world. Still this was so welcoming to only go through one screening process.  After finding a Timmy’s, we settled into a pair of handicap seats and waited.

We boarded our flight and was more than ready for the ride on big bird. Once in the air, Marilyn scored a full 3 seats to herself. She liberally sprawled out her tired body with her neck pillow in place, snoozing the hours away. I on the other hand started to peck away on today’s travel blog.

Shortly after takeoff we were handed our homework. Government paperwork for the Costa Rican government. Everything was printed in minuscule print requiring a magnifying glass to read it. The form was in Spanish! Luckily the questions were printed in English below. My next door neighbours on the plane offered to try to read the tiny print with their younger eyes for me. Even for them it was difficult. Eventually all three of us worked our way through the forms hopefully answering all the questions correctly.  I really do need to get those cataracts done. I see the doc again in September.

It took around 90 minutes to reach our destination once we landed in the steamy mountainous terrain at Liberia. The roads were paved but hilly and only a two lane road. At some point our driver was well exceeding the posted speed limit as the trees flashed by.  At long last we arrived and were the first to be checked in.  We were anxious to find our rooms and rest after being up since 3 am. After what seemed ions, we finally were given the key passes to our room. We graciously accepted a lift in the golf cart by our bell hop. We opened the door to a spacious room. But there was one major problem. There was only one bed! We were not unpacking or staying. After numerous calls to the front desk, we ended up going back with our driver to have a talk with the concierge about finding us another room. Two hours later we were lead to an even better room with our own private hot tub.

It is a huge luxury resort with an army of staff to cater to guests. We kept getting lost. By the time we were finally settled into our room, not one of the five restaurants were open. We were famished after travelling all day with very little substance to keep our engines going. By 10 pm (our time) we had finally finished a delicious meal. When we were leaving to retire to our rooms, we ran into the couple I had met on the plane. They had experienced the same problem (1 bed instead of 2) but they were not as lucky. They have to wait 2 more days before a 2 bedroom is available. For now, one of them has to sleep on a cot.

Despite the disorganization, the staff were extremely polite and helpful. One member noticed our Canadian flag on our luggage and thanked us (Canadians) for being so patient. Well I’m not sure if politeness and patience comes into it, but we were stubborn to get the room we paid for being tactful but still unwavering in our request. I guess respect for old ladies still holds water in some parts of the world. And now I’m flirting with the idea of learning Spanish. Such a flavourful language from a smiling and welcoming people as the Costa Ricans.

As the black sky and warm breeze off the ocean washed over us while we sipped a glass of wine, we watched the beautiful people in a wedding group enjoying the night. The bongo drums are beating outside our room and the party atmosphere rising. Tomorrow I meet with the resort’s techie guy. Their Wi Fi is not secure and they have no password for guests. I couldn’t believe they have a conference center and not secure connection. For now, I am on and off the internet quickly. I’m doing my posts in “Word” and copying to my blog for posting.

DAY 2

We rose this morning after a somewhat restful night. Apparently, we both snore. At least it is only a low grunt so easy enough to ignore. After a refreshing shower, I stepped out onto the balcony to take a few pictures from our room of the landscape before us. We do have a large tree that blocks 80% of our view of the resort below but the other 20% looks out onto the bay. Trying to get a good vantage point for a shot, I stood on the hot tube to get more elevation above the tree line. Marilyn was having a fit. I explained to her I would just blend in with the monkeys here climbing up on the tub. No sooner did I say that and a little monkey indeed decided to join us from his vantage point in the tree. Marilyn was too excited as I tried to calm her as not to scare it off. She ran to get her camera. The little monkey showed himself again and she got to record some video. She admitted she was acting like a kid in a candy store and has to curb her excited impulses.

After a buffet breakfast with just about anything you can imagine on a very full plate, we would not be in need of lunch as our bellies were more than adequately filled. Afterwards we decided to go to the tour information session and so we booked a couple of more trips. Tomorrow we are off to Nicaragua so we must carry our passports and travel documents.

This morning when I logged in briefly for my internet, all of a sudden, a secure network popped up for two locations at the resort requiring a password. I went to the concierge desk and told them I needed a password. The new guy on the desk dictated the same message as the woman the night before. There is no password to use the internet connection. I begged to differ and explained to them I had a message showing me two secure connects from the resort one specifically saying “Guests.” I asked to meet with the technology person before day’s end so I can have access to a secure connection. We will see. They must really think I’m a PITA. I did find a guess using his laptop at one of the restaurants and casually asked him if he had a secure line. He said yes. The resort had supplied him with a password. I knew it! Well PITA will continue to harp to get a secure line.

We cancelled our sales pitch meeting set for this morning. They were reassessing our financial status being retirees and felt we were not suitable candidates to invest. We had no intention of being shareholders but they signed us up for some discounts if we spent 90 minutes listening to them do their spiel. I was not comfortable divulging financial status with them at any rate. There is a big sales push here at this resort and we are learning most staff are very new to the area and country. Most have only been here a month or so brought in from other resorts from Mexico and elsewhere. Again…. Growing pains for a new facility.

By noon we decided to try out one of the many pools. But first we had to change into our swimsuits. Marilyn modeled her new suit while struggled to adjust mine. It fit perfectly fine a year ago. For some reason I was having a wardrobe malfunction. The rushing was fitting back to front making the whole suit one sided. Try as I might to straighten it, I failed miserable. No amount of wiggling, pulling, pushing was going to make this thing fit properly. Marilyn looked it over and thought maybe a pin would hold things in place. I wasn’t going to chance a reveal. I decided to start all over and discovered that part of the suit was twisted making it impossible to lay properly on the human form. Once it was flipped and pulled on, the bathing suit I remembered that fit decently, was back! Marilyn and I laughed and laughed so had it was like a scene out of “I Love Lucy” - me of course being Lucy and Marilyn, Ethel.   Off we went poolside.

Marilyn enjoyed the lagoon-like pools while I posted on my laptop. Eventually I gradually entered the water letting my body acclimatize to the coolness of it. This is my type of pool. Just over 4’ in depth so I can stand up whenever I want. Of course, they have deeper pools throughout the resort, but I kind of like this lagoon pool that winds and twists its way throughout the resort. There is even a section in the resort where you can have a swim up room as well as a swim up bar.

Everything of course is free (Well I should clarify – “all inclusive.”) There is so much selection and fabulous food you feel almost guilty not indulging in a little bit of everything.

After a brief afternoon snooze, we explored more of the resort and found our way to the ocean. The swimming pools ebb and flow through into each other through infinity pools leading all the way to the beach. We ran into the couple on the plane sunning themselves as they laid out on long lounge chairs. Then it was off to the spa.

We had pre-booked our massages earlier in the day and arrived for the relaxing Swedish massage. Marilyn originally was to have a guy work on her but when we arrive, it was female. We changed for the treatment and headed off to secret rooms. I had filled out the medical information and noted my broken foot. As the therapist and I walked to our room, I made sure she was aware of my foot issue just in case the information had not been relayed.

As I disrobed and laid on the table the massage attendant came in and began to work on me. Suddenly the images of Marilyn being pushed and pulled by some guy flashed into my head. I started giggling. My therapist must have thought she was hurting me as I tried to control the impulse to laugh. I pulled myself together and tried to banish the thought from my head. It felt like she was almost laying on top of me to release those tight banjos strung muscles in my shoulders, calves and back. You would think a Mack truck had ran over me by the force she was inflicting-+. When she got to my lower leg, I was a little skeptical about her massaging my foot. I should have listened to my instincts. Either the translation didn’t happen and/or my medical information did not come to her attention, but she pulled on my toes and dug her thumb into my foot. I yanked my foot back in protest! She left it alone after that. For the next 30 minutes of so, my poor foot suffered from the unintentional yank and prod. As we left to change back into our tourist clothes, the therapist handed us a recommendation card. Marilyn should have a session of reflexology while mine said a pedicure. I can only imagine her surprise when she got to my feet that have been cracked and dry from a winter wearing of work boots. However, I was not enthused to book a pedicure with the fish who clean your feet. They would have been stuffed by all the dead skin they could pull off of my heels. Somehow, I would find that totally gross and very unappealing.

We went for dinner tonight in the “elegant” dress code dining room.  Afterwards we strolled into one of the many bars and ordered a drink to take back to our rooms. While there we ran into our plane companions again. They too have booked the trip to Nicaragua tomorrow so we will see them bright and early.

Just one of the infinity falls and pools that wind their way through the resort.

DAY 3

We rose early to catch the 6:30 bus to Nicaragua. We are about 30 miles from the border but with 2 lane winding roads it takes twice as long to drive the distance as it would on our highways. I was impressed with our driver’s skill. I can’t imagine taking a small 2 lane road and being able to squeeze 3 large vehicles by at speed. Somehow these drivers manage the impossible.

I have never seen so many horses tethered and grazing on the shoulder of a busy road. At one point we jockeyed by a rider on a mule ponying a mare with her foal running along side. The big bus rolled by them with just a kiss of space to spare. I was having heart failure.

As the kilometers slowly rolled by we finally reached the border crossing. That was an interesting crossing. On we went pushing by the endless transports waiting their turn to clear the border into Costa Rica. Our guide told us it was not uncommon for the trucks to be parked there for 24 hours or more. Kilometer after kilometer the trucks sat idle in the hot sun.

Our first destination was to a lake where we took a 40 minute boat ride. These waters are home to bull sharks and other salt water fish which is unusual in itself. This tectonic origin lake is fresh water and these creatures have adapted over time. As we putted about the waters passing several luxury island homes, we arrived at the postage stamp size island that is a refuge for a small group of monkeys. The story goes that one dedicated veterinarian purchased the island as a home for unwanted pet monkeys. It is amazing how so many people do not respect boundaries when it comes to animals. People still want to feed the monkeys which disrupts their normal diet and can result in unwanted and sometimes aggressive behaviour since they are more or less feral now. Their benefactor comes weekly to ensure their needs are met and to assess their health.

Next stop was the city of Granada which was set aside for the tacky sovereign hunters in our group. (There were only a couple of people who actually purchased anything.) Then it was on to see an active volcano.

The bus took us right up to the top. Our visit was to be brief. Gases rising from the volcano can play havoc with the respiratory system. You could lean right over and look into the mouth of hell. Way, way down molten lava was glowing red ambers in the throat of the devil. The crater was immense and awe inspiring. As we drove back down the mountain, it was eerie to think that the belly of the earth was still smoldering beneath us and will one day erupt in a horrific display of Mother Nature’s power.

We headed off to lunch. The restaurant overlooked another volcanic lake. A group of trail horses stood in the hot afternoon sun tacked with reins tied to the saddle below us. I was not one to do the T-shirt, keychain shopping. Instead I wandered down to the horses and took some pictures.

Although the horses stood patiently in the equator’s burning sun, they appeared in good flesh and were shod. Still I anguished over their heads being drawn in so tight to their chest with no release for their necks. You see they were not halted tied to anything. They were loose but held by the tight rein of the bridle. At one point a plastic bag blew into the holding area causing one horse to dance in panic. I called out to the handlers to pick up the bag. One attendant ran over and claimed the tumbling bag of nothingness. The horse settled back to its semi conscious state.

Soon it was time to climb into the bus and start the long travel back. While on route the bus slowed as a procession of mourners claimed the highway briefly, raising a casket up and carrying it on their shoulders while a band played the funeral march.  Although a sombre sad event, traffic continued to flow around the mourners as life continued as usual. Not even a pause other than the slower speed of vehicles seemed to respect the occasion.

Our border crossing back into Costa Rica was more or less a non-event. Passports stamped, bags x-rayed; wait and wait some more as the street vendors pushed their trinkets on you to buy. We arrive back at the resort around 6 pm. The bus had been silent for the remainder of the journey. Everyone was exhausted and taking to their head nods and naps.  

This evening we dined on an assortment of Mexican food. I tried things I have never had before. Marilyn and I were just too tired to stay out longer so were returned to our room and here I lay typing this day’s post.

horses in the hot sun - Nicaragua

DAY 4

We rose and went down to our favourite restaurant for breakfast. Marilyn had risen a lot earlier than I. She was hoping to catch the garden tour walk at 8:30 this morning. After posting last night’s blog, my brain wouldn’t shut off as usual despite taking my prescription sleep aid. I turned the television on and lowered the volume until it was barely audible. Meanwhile Marilyn was sawing logs in the next bed. An hour past and still I felt no urge to find my pillow. My foot was throbbing after the long day of travel so I decided to pop a couple of Tylenol and then … oh hell… why not take another sleep aid. It still took another half hour before I felt somewhat groggy. I tip toed around trying not to wake my friend. She was enjoying a good few heaves as wisps of air rushed through her quiet mouth told me she was resting well. Can’t say I’ve really watched other people sleep. I have enough trouble understanding what slumber is myself. I turned the TV off but there was still a light shinning from the long shelf above the beds. Sort of a nightlight I would guess. I stumbled around in the room trying to figure out which switch I needed to shut the damn thing off. There is a large curtain that separates the bedroom room area from the washing station and shower. I quietly crept into that area looking for any switch that might kill that overhead light. Nope… no switch there. I went back to my bed and groped around the night stand looking for a switch. There were 3! Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, which one do I flick?  I clenched my teeth and prayed I chose the right switch, otherwise Marilyn would have woken in a fright I held my breath and pushed the switch plate. BLACKNESS!!!!

By 9 am I finally got up and we went for breakfast. Then it was off to the shooting range. Marilyn had never handled a gun before so call it beginners luck, but she was an Annie Oakley. A young boy originally from Richmond Hill now living in Tennessee was curious to join us. He had done this the day before. Our instructor and guide let him tag along with us. He was most helpful, especially with the gusting winds that kept knocking our target over and sending balloons flying off into the ponds. He walked in, clothes and all, to get those flying balloons. I told the instructor she should hire him on. He can be useful. Luca managed to hit one of the balloons. Now to be fair, one of the riffles did not have any sights so it was pure guess as to aim and fire. I complained that was an unfair advantage so I finally got to use the riffle with sights. I nailed several dead on but you had to be patient and wait for the wind to die down. I think Marilyn did so well because of her steady hands being a nurse. She can be a crack shot so between her and I, nobody better not mess with these grannies. I gave her a few handling tips of shoulder placement and the fact you point the riffle to the ground and never up at someone. They were just air riffles with small pellets, but still the essence of danger should always be kept in mind when handling any firearm.

After the shooting gallery experience, we spend the remainder of the day poolside. I did venture out on to the beach and walked in barefoot with my sandals in my hands. The waves washed over my ankles and calves, pulling the sand from beneath my feet with each withdrawal back to the sea. That is the bravest you will ever find me in an ocean.

Marilyn and I swam/walked our way to the swim up bar and had a Shanty. Since neither of us really wanted cocktails or beer, a Shanty was a good compromise. We got our exercise going up the lagoons, under the bridge and back. I swam a tiny bit and was comfortable being able to just stand up when I was tired.

We also tried out the hot tub on one of the islands. Now that was heavenly. We compared our arthritic hands and joints letting the bubbling force of the hot tub soothe away our aches.

We decided to try out a new restaurant in the complex. It was a surf or turf place. They didn’t mix the two because of seafood allergies. You either ate in the steak section of the seafood. Since I can’t have seafood, Marilyn had to settle for steak tonight instead of her love for seafood. I think she could easily be a fish with her desire to eat so much of it. But then I could be a chicken because my desire to choose it as my favourite meal. I could sprout feathers and Marilyn could grow fins.

We just got a call to inform us that our tours have been switched. Now it is an even earlier rise as we head off and ride the rainforest on horseback and by zipline. We are reorganizing our apparel as I type. Boots, helmet, jeans etc. etc.

DAY 5

“She flies through the air with the greatest of ease….” This is Marilyn’s input for today’s post. And fly we did.

Our room service arrived right on time if not a little early as we prepared for the long day of excursion to the rain forest. Our wake-up call also made the announcement as scheduled and we were on way to Buena Vista. It was almost a private tour as there we just four us in total. Our driver picked up another couple who were from South Carolina. He was into cutting horses and his wife rode recreational. It was a good tour for experienced equestrians.

Our first adventure of the day was zip lining. Neither Marilyn or I have ever done this. I knew the hanging part would be OK for me. It was the stopping at the other end I was worried about. Marilyn was uncertain about pushing off into thin air.

We were given a crash course in how to hang on and brake. We were suited up in some heavy duty harness including a helmet. Burdened with a load of hefty clamps and rigging we started the arduous climb up through the canopy of the forest. I’m not sure if it was the heat or elevation, but everyone was feeling the burn and shortness of breath. Eventually we made it to the first of ten zip line stations. It would be the only climb we would have to do at this location. Thank heavens we got to see a few others be guinea pigs before it was our turn. Good Lord… It looked rather intimidating for a bunch of seniors to fly through the forest on a steel cable. With our feet crossed and our hands gripping the harness and line, off we went. Marilyn really got into the swing of it (pardon the pun) by the second run. She overcame her fear of being so high up but I think she really liked traveling at mach speed the truth be known. I could just see her colliding with one of the Toucans that were flying about. We never saw any, but our guide did. I think we were going way too fast to notice anything in our blur. Soon it would be my turn.

I still had reservations about stopping myself in time. The first run was OK. It was somewhere within the first few runs after that, that I came within inches of a big stout tree. Despite triggering the breaker which makes a large crack sound when you hit it a couple of meters from the platform, I heard someone gasp as pulled down hard on the line to stop. I probably stopped 6” from the massive tree. I can just see the headlines: “Canadian senior smashes into giant tree while zip lining in Costa Rica and dies.”  I continued on the runs until we found our way back down. Several times I ended up going sideways as I twisted through the air. The guy from South Carolina went upside down for one of his trips. We were never going to be that daring. I’m still not convinced that I wouldn’t be splattered all over the tree. Well you can check zip lining off my list of adventures.

After zip lining we went to a local eatery to sample some local sweets and cheese. Marilyn and I skipped the water slide through the forest and we are so glad we did. The two Americans had a look of horror on their faces when they finally dumped out of the slide in to the pool. They later told us it was way too fast and hard on the body. He almost went right out of the channel. It left one young man with scrapes on his arms. Despite having an inner tube to sort of protect you from the concrete walls, apparently, you could bottom out and slam your tail bone into the concrete as well. They had leather pads you could wear like a diaper to save your butt. I shutter at the thought of my back and old bones smashing into the concrete. No thanks..

We had a very enjoyable lunch before heading off for our trail rider.

After more twists and turns with the road, we arrived at the stable. There were at least 20 horses wearing tack. Four horses were produced for us to ride. One by one, a horse was led out of the herd as the groom pointed to us individually. Marilyn received a little paint mare. She climbed the large concrete mounting block and stretched her sore leg wide trying to avoid the high cantle in the back. Her stirrups needed to be raised, but otherwise she was good to go. I was the last one to mount up. They pulled a nice grey gelding out for me. I eased down into the hard leather seat that was lacking of any padding. I found my stirrups. No adjustment needed. I picked up the rope reins and off we went following a wide rock strewn path.

We traveled from bridle path to road meeting up with the occasional tractor and vehicle. I gave my little gelding his head and let him pick the path of lesser stone. I figured he’s done this route a thousand times and knows best. The hills were steep and the declines just as nerve wracking. The surface was like cement mixed with loose boulders and rocks making it rather slick. These little horses were handy and surefooted. To our relief, the terrain didn’t lend itself to any gallops. Just a stead walk was all that was required and we were thankful of that. It allowed us time to enjoy the quiet of a jungle forest. Thirty minutes later and one last steep decline that Marilyn was uneasy to do, we arrived at our destination. I dismounted before the groom could come to assist me. I gave my little guy a soft pat before releasing the rein. It seemed really odd that these horses just stood in a group before turning back and finding their own way home. All of the horses were well behaved but in saying that, seemed devoid of any real character or spirit. It was just another day in the hot sun taking tourists along a well beaten path. Hopefully today they felt a difference with the riders on their backs. We were kind to them in the 98 degree weather.

We hopped into a vehicle for a short ride to the hot springs where we enjoyed a much-needed rest. Marilyn and I changed into our bathing suits and walked into the soothing warm waters. Awe, that felt so good. Then it was on to the mud bath. It was a sulfur clay slop you rubbed over yourself. We walked the short distance to the ‘fresh water’ shower which meant cold water. There we washed the grey mud off. Personally, I didn’t find it therapeutic. I’ve experienced a similar thing when a horse splashes me when running through a puddle. To me it felt like the same.

We began the long journey back to the resort, dropping off the South Carolinians on route. This evening we dined at the buffet. We stopped at the coffee shop where we met a couple from Newfoundland. They had just come in after a 10 hour flight today glad to be rid of the snow and sleet they left behind in Bonneville.

Marilyn and I have another early rise tomorrow as we head out to Blue River and a nature walk in the rain forest. We decided to shower tonight. It’s a good thing I did. I missed some of the mud that collected in my bathing suit earlier. Glad to wash away the last traces of that mud bath.

MY LAST FLIGHT - VACATION TO CURACAO

Vacation Log…. Day 1

Rose at 2 am and had a quick coffee and bite with Marilyn before she drove me to the airport. Security was long and tedious. I can’t tell you how many times my passport was scanned and I was checked. I lost count. I had my letter in hand but I didn’t set off any alarms! Thank God. I forewarned them that this might happen and showed them the letter explaining my medical test on Friday.

I arrived in Miami and thank goodness I didn’t have to go through security again. I was in a secure area. The only wrinkle was that the plane we were to take had a problem. When you see the crew getting off the plane you know it isn’t good. I would rather be safe than kiss the Caribbean Sea and be bait for the sharks. Someone had a brain wave to get us a different plane rather than wait 2 more hours for them to replace a part and fix the one plane we were supposed to fly in. We all took the train and found the platform and gate we needed to be at next. I just followed the crowd and made small talk so I could identify with other passengers in case I got lost.

Funny enough when I went to get on the bigger plane, they wouldn’t allow my carry on. That was a dilemma. I didn’t chance my lap top in my suitcase so I had to check my carry on with all my meds and the extra wallet with money in it which I forgot about until afterwards. Now I was really stewing. At least the suitcase was locked. Then I worried that my luggage wouldn’t arrive with me now that the plane was changed. (That’s happened to me before.)

The next leg of my trip was uneventful other than a few bumps with turbulence here and there. Cruising at an altitude of 37,000 feet and an outside temperature of -50, it is hard to imagine life below as you sail through the heavens.

We were two hours late arriving in Curacao and I was anxious about my meds and money in my carry on. As we were deplaning and heading down the escalator to immigration, a fist fight broke out in front of me. These two big boys were going at each other right on the escalator. One security guard arrived and tried to quell the fight. I was ready to back peddle on the escalator as I didn’t want to end up right in the middle of the skirmish. By the time the escalator reached its location, I took a wide berth of the guys duking it out. One lone security officer was left to handle the situation. I can sympathize with him being a former security guard myself for a brief stint. Welcome to Curacao!

After breezing through immigration, I found my luggage and immediately retrieved it. Luckily my ride to the hotel was still waiting for me holding a sign with my name on it. Hurray!

After a shower to wash away the day’s travel I sat down to a glass of Merlot and a rib eye steak. It satisfied my hunger after only eating mini pretzels that the airline gave out and a ham sandwich costing $15 U.S., oh yes and Marilyn’s toast.

It is gloriously warm with an ocean breeze making that 84 degrees’ wind chill quite comfortable. It is a desert like Island but the water is so blue. I can see why so many of the travelers were divers and snorkelers. Not me. I’ll stay by the safe pool with no sea monster.

In closing, I think medals should be handed out to airline travelers for what they have to go through today. This will be my last attempt at flying anywhere again. I’m just not cut out for all the rushing, technology driven way of doing things and the horrendous crowds and lineups. It’s for a younger generation I’m afraid. That being said, there were some very kind people who helped me through the process today, mostly fellow passengers who endure this year after year.

Vacation Log - Day Two

I arose about 8 am and prepared myself with facial sunscreen before heading off for breakfast. The place was empty of guests so I had my pick of tables and left over scraps from the buffet at my choosing. I had a long chat with the server and she showed me where to shop and about the floating bridge. After finding a shopkeeper who spoke English, he pointed in the direction of a pharmacy so I could purchase my Deep Woods Off and 50+ sunblock. I also grabbed a bottle of water which was a godsend in the heat. I was prepared for a little walk about. 

I wish I knew Spanish or Dutch but most understand English and are fluent. I can’t even detect an accent of any kind which is unusual. Off I went to check out the main shopping district after crossing the floating bridge. I felt like I was tipsy making my way across it to the other side. I watched the waves crash against the seawall on my journey over this unsteady walkway. I paced myself as I knew I wasn’t use to the heat although it didn’t feel that bad with the strong gusts of ocean breeze.

I stopped for lunch by the canal and had my ‘once a year’ beer. They had small bottles there so it was perfect. Not feeling well, I don’t need anymore prompt to being woozy. I made sure I walked off the little bottle before tackling the floating bridge again on my way back.

I had a sandwich and noticed the pigeons walking about looking for crumbs. A few were missing their toes and walking only on their knuckles. Being a bird lover I took pity on them as they cocked their head in recognition of my noticing. Quietly I slipped small pieces of my bread under the table trying to be discrete. One by one the birds came until I had about 8 tickling my toes with their tiny feet running across my sandals. I think a few other guests noticed something or perhaps thought I was a bird whisperer.

notice his left foot missing toes

I made my way back across the bridge feeling a bit melancholy after passing by the jewelry shops which seemed to trigger thoughts of my recent theft. After a quick visit to a local museum, I retreated to my air conditioned room and showered off the bug spray and sunscreen before taking a nap.

As late afternoon approached, I decided to trek over that floating bridge again and look for a restaurant. I found one tucked away off the main drag and settled down to a hamburger and salad. I asked if they sold a wine cooler. The poor guy literally picked out a wine cooler but not the drinking type. He went on to say it was not for sale. I giggled and explained it was the drink I was after. The owner produced a bottle of sparkling wine cooler and poured me a glass.

The meal was actually delicious and better than the $50 meal I had last night. Once again a little bird perched himself on the armchair beside me and I couldn't resist feeding it. The sparrow like bird eventually took it from my hand. So I shared my dinner with another feathered friend while missing my own at home.

By six o'clock the sidewalks roll up and as I learned so does the floating bridge! I approached some Dutch tourists and asked if they knew how to get across the channel without having to swim it? They pointed to a ferry down the way that would taxi me over. I caught the ferry in time and made my way back to my lodging. The evening is lovely and that ocean breeze heavenly as I sit by the pool typing this post. Despite all the Deep Woods Off I'm wearing I'm still getting bit. I hope I don't acquire that Zica? virus. It's dark now and only 7 pm.

Vacation Log - Day 3

This morning I sauntered down the long winding hill that spills out onto the main thoroughfare. I had spied a canal site restaurant last night so I decided to try breakfast there. The winds were gusty so I took my napkin and tucked it away in my purse along with my array of pills. Afterwards I decided to walk the floating bridge again but this time taking a different route once I had crossed over.

I timidly explored another section following the seawall for a while. As long as I could see other tourists I felt I was OK. This new avenue brought me to municipal buildings and the police station. Along the way I snapped a few photos and took some video. Down some other unexplored streets I found another eatery that I will try tonight. Ribs are on the menu there.

It is a cloudy day here with the occasional show of sun. You really must hydrate yourself in this climate so I picked up a soft drink to take back to my room. A can of Coke is $2 U.S. Everything on the island is expensive as everything must be imported. I'm quickly chewing through my meager funds. No lunch today but I did score an orange and banana from the 'all you can eat' buffet this morning.

I took note of my path so I could find the rib shack tonight. Soon I was among familiar shops and streets with the floating bridge straight ahead.

view from just outside my room last night

Like a drunken sailor I stepped onto the shifting floor of the bridge. You don't have to feel alone with your tipsiness. Not everyone has developed the balance of sea legs. Some people stagger more than others while some hang on to the rail for support. It is mostly a gentle pulse of the sea that rolls along but once in a while the strong winds whip up the water and that soft rock becomes a galloping horse.

my breakfast view with the floating bridge in the background

One of numerous statues throughout the city.

After my early morning stroll, I went for my massage. It was a hot stone massage but unlike at home, this tiny girl was not so gentle as she tried to release my very tight muscles. It was more of a therapy massage than a relaxing one. It hurt!

I decided to grab a salad as I was feeling a bit light headed after the massage. I stopped off on my way back to my room at the onsite cafe. I must say it was the saddest salad I have every had and it was just salad - no chicken or anything. It looked and tasted like yesterday's castoff. The lettuce was limp with the edges trimmed in brown and soggy. Only the croutons were half way decent. I guess we Canadians are way too polite to complain. I ate it despite the fact I wouldn't feed it to my dogs. Here is a photo of the lame salad. You tell me.

After that sorry excuse for a salad, I decided to wade into the pool. I have the entire place to myself. Thank God! I forgot that even though the girl had toweled off some of the oils, my feet were still slippery. I hung onto the railing as I descended into the pool. When I reached shoulder height I briefly let go of the railing only to slip and get dunked. I'm sure it was a scene out of a Peter Seller's movie. I gathered my composure and looked around to see if there was any maintenance people looking on. Luckily nobody saw my splash! They would have been roaring with laughter I'm sure. After that I watched each footstep as I walked to the shower-off tap. The stone is very slippery when you have the remnants of oil on the soles of your feet. That was the end of my dip in the pool.

I decided to take a nap as I wasn't feeling well. Maybe it was that salad or the heat or both. I retired to my air conditioned room for a spell.

Off I went in search of that place advertising ribs. My dad would have been proud as I'm finally getting my sea legs and can walk that floating bridge without a stagger now. I repeated my travel noting the landmarks I had filed in my head earlier. I walked aimlessly around trying to find the place. I came upon what I thought it was only to see the signs retrieved and the place deserted. I didn't want to get caught again with no bridge to walk across like last night. Just as I arrived I could hear the warning bells going. A tug was making its way out to the port and the bridge had been moved. Luckily they brought the bridge back so I could once again stroll across its wide deck with purpose and stability.

I traveled another section I had gone before. Not too far off were I had breakfast. It was an old place tucked away at the bottom of a hill. As I walked up the steps and into the bar area, I was transformed into another time and space. This was more like it!

I was an hour early for dinner but the staff were gracious and prepared my meal ahead of time. I had told the waitress that I was looking for a better place to eat than my lodging provided. I lucked out with this one. Thank heavens I didn't purchase the 'all inclusive' package with meals. After the salad this afternoon and two other thrown together meals, I'm glad I could make my own choice of where to dine.

It was so nice to to relax to soft music floating on a sea breeze and the warmth of sunshine to heal my aching bones. No arthritis meds since I've been here so there is magic in the sun, sea and air.

Here are a few pictures of my dining tonight. It was as scrumptious as it looks. Scalloped potatoes baked to perfection and the presentation of the main course of beef tenderloin and it's dreamy sauce and vegetables was delightful. They presented me with my dinner 15 minutes ahead of dinner time to boot!

I think I must have looked Dutch. She talked fluently to me as though I was Dutch. I smiled and responded back in English. She immediately switched language with that Dutch flavour to its tone. It is a somewhat confusing island with dialects of Dutch, English, Spanish and a mix of all three to have its own language. Surprisingly, not everyone speaks English. I hear more Spanish than anything.

Tomorrow I'm off to a beach on the other side of the island for the day. I will be collected from the hotel at 9:30 a.m. I decided to stay indoors this evening as no amount of deet will deter these mosquitoes. I have so many bites. I think they are immune to Deep Woods Off.

My dining room tonight.

Hot roles with creamy garlic butter and spices to start.

The main course.

  Vacation Log - Day 4

I had a leisurely breakfast before catching the shuttle to the sister resort on the other side of the island where I could spend time on the beach for the day. With all the winding turns and ring roads, it would make anyone who suffers from car sickness feel really bad. I was a bit queasy by the time we arrived but the feeling soon lifted once things stopped moving about.

This by far was my best day. I'm no city girl. This was more to my liking. Few people and wildlife abounding. I was in heaven with my feathers.

I've never seen so many unusual birds. A flock of small wild green parrots squawked their way by. I recognized that sound immediately. There is no mistaking parrot calls. I felt I was back with my birds and thinking of Num Nums who is about the same size of these. There were so many of the Island's national bird the Trupial. Their vivid yellow, black and white feathers were striking. There was one little songbird I did recognize and one which I once owned. It was the brilliant yellow Saffron Finch. Then there were the 'Sugar' birds and small doves, beautiful sparrows as well as a Wren version of some species. (I must look them up so I can identify them properly.) The best part was that they all joined me for lunch. Just me and the birds - no one else. I did manage to take a short video of the crazy Canuck talking to the birds and inviting them to feast with me, which they all did. Timid at first, they eventually came to me and ate some of my lunch.

I made my way to the beach and found a nice hut to hide from the sun. I read my book and then let the ocean wash over my feet and ankles. That was it. I had watched the drivers and snorkelers struggle to keep their balance just wading in so I wasn't about to embarrass myself like yesterday by slipping and falling when a big wave would rush the shore. I'm terrified of the pull of the sea and respect its power. I'm quite content to be a land lover. My father on the other hand loved the sea and anything to do with water in general. I never inherited his love of water. But then again he never could be comfortable around horses. Touche.

The Island is lizard land and at this location I have never seen so many. Iguana's rule here and this location was loaded. I'm not a lizard fan so I was cautious of these mini Komodo Dragon looking creatures. They are harmless but ugly. One approached my lounge chair. It shook its head up and down, so I did the same. I'm not sure what the message was, but maybe it was its way of saying hello. At any rate it passed me by and went on its way.

As I walked the grounds checking out the blooming bushes that must require a good amount of water to survive in the cactus barren lands, I noticed hundreds of smaller lizards running to nowhere in particular. They scurried about as I walked by. Then the occasional Iguana would cross my path. They might seem slow, but if frightened, they can really scamper!

I arrived back at the lobby waiting for my 3 pm ride back to 'civilization.' The vehicle had experienced a flat tire on route so it was an hour late picking myself and another passenger up. Some of the staff hitched a ride back to their towns. I had been offered a coffee and surprisingly enough an attendant passed me a cup and saucer while I was seated in the van. "Oh dear." I thought to myself. I'm not good at holding things, never mind being in a moving vehicle on windy roads. The ladies were chuckling and told our female driver to take it easy on the bumps since I had a hot cup of coffee that I was precariously balancing in one hand. I told everyone to stay clear of me as I held the cup and saucer out to the side. Our speedy driver slowed longer enough for me to more or less empty the cup of its contents. Then it was full speed ahead. I must say, it is unusual to find a woman driver these days that can handle a stick shift with ease. As the palm trees whizzed by, I hung onto the handle. They don't seem to use seat belts here.

I arrived at my destination and retreated to my air conditioned room for a bit. Tonight I laid plans to go back to the same restaurant I frequented last night. I was not disappointed. As darkness quickly swallowed up the light of day, I walked with purpose down the narrow dark streets back to my lodging. With key in hand I entered and locked the door behind me. Tomorrow I pack and head home. I'm hoping smooth sailing this time but who knows.

Here are some pictures from today.

Looking down from the "enter at your own risk" location.

SUMMER VACATION 2015 - NORTH BAY

DAY ONE

THE MASSIVE ROCK CUTS…jutted out to greet us. Home was near as we point Bubbly due north. It took us the better part of 3 hours to finally get the cruise control to work. I’ve never used it before now and it was an absolute bugger. I still don’t know why it all of a sudden worked. We had been through the manual and tried every combination. So in desperation and in lieu of my finding a good size rock and stick to create my own cruise control, we called Bob the fixer

We went over all the same combinations we had tried and then like magic, the damn cruise control finally locked in. By that time we were at Huntsville. My leg was in spasms after holding my foot to the gas pedal that long. I even switched feet which made me sort of a contortionist for a bit.

As we rolled through the “Gateway to the North” we stopped for lunch at the Marina on Trout Lake. It was an absolutely perfect day with lots of sunshine and wonderful dry heat, unlike the humidity we often get at home.

After lunch I took Kirsten to my old childhood haunts. I would take her on a journey of discovery from those passages in my book she had read about. 

So sad to see empty lots where the stables of ponies, saddle horses and race horses once lived. Hard to imagine the tiny apartment attached to the stables where old Mr. Pigeau kept house was no longer. The drive in theatre/training track is now a Hundi  dealership. Even the swamp has been drained and transformed from the wilderness wonder it once. Here is where lynx, marten and foxes were common place. Now it is a populous subdivision of homes instead of the vibrant wetlands it once was. My old homestead still looks grand in its elder years even though some of its majesty of the beautiful bungalow in the forest is lost to concrete, brick and blacktop. The old oak tree and maple still stand proudly as centurions of the past. 

I drove the route we walked to school in all types of weather. No school buses for us. I think Kirtsen was amazed at the long 3 mile walk we did every day.

After dwelling in the memories of my past for a while, we checked into our B&B on the sandy warm beaches of Lake Nipissing (pronounced Nip pi sing.) As a side note: I just had to tell the proprietor that I had a chuckle when I viewed their video trailer advertising their B&B. Whoever narrated the short video couldn't pronounce Nipissing correctly. Instead it came out as "Ni pissing." I would have changed that it it were me.)

Again Kirsten was awestruck by how far you walked in this shallow lake with its deep sand base free of rock before the water flowed over your shoulders. It was so warm and refreshing just to walk the knee high water. We did a very unscientific measurement counting footsteps as we returned to shore. After 211 feet, we still had not reached our shoulders in water. This is the Lake Nipissing I remember. A non-swimmer’s delight but still with the big open water concept that you can stand up in at all times!

The sand was blistering hot as we quickly ran to the shade area. I haven’t walked on an oozing sand beach in years, nor have I wore that black bathing suit I bought 10 years ago and have never worn. It was time to break it in. Even if I didn’t swim in it, at least it got wet.

After a short nap we dressed for dinner and headed out to meet my old family friend. Time ticked by as we waited for our party to arrive. Karen came in and wrapped me in a big hug and kiss.  After some time had passed, Karen’s husband Peter came by and joined us. I haven’t met him before and we became fast friends. As Karen would later reveal, he was ‘the little nice French boy’ her dad once gave a lift to. Years later Karen would marry him. Our instant bond was apparent when he talked about his good friends who happened to by my childhood playmates – 99% of them boys. Girls were in short supply so if you wanted to play you had to be with the boys.  It was so good to hear how their lives had turned out after more than half a century has passed. We are all seniors now but those days of playing in the tree house and going to the beach returned to flood the memory banks; still as fresh as yesterday.

I can only imagine how bored Kirsten must have been as we chatted away about the old days. She did have a meager plain baked potato for dinner.  Poor kid. Her food allergies suck. No wonder she is so tiny.

We arrived back at our beach resort to catch the dying rays of sunlight as the waves crashed on the beach and a rosy glow in the west settled into night. It is like being on an ocean front cottage. A warm breeze fans the hot air and kisses your skin with the softness of a summer’s night. I know I will sleep well tonight. 

GOOD SOULS WATCH OVER US

My Mother on her 86th Birthday

A TRUE TALE

The day my mother passed away peacefully in my arms just a month after her 86th birthday, was one of the most anguishing days that crushed my heart. I had been her caregiver in the last years of her long and meaningful life. I had become very close to my mother in my mature years and learned to appreciate all that she was.

The day of her funeral was a blur with so many people attending. In her 87th year, that is a remarkable thing when so many come to say goodbye. She had left an indelible mark on all those she had touched. She loved and was loved as the gentle kind woman who gave so unselfishly of her being.

It was a cloudy day. The grey skies matched the somber mood during the funeral mass. Afterwards, people returned to the house for the reception, As my brother and I joined others in the garden and on the balcony we looked up. A strong beam of sunshine smiled on our faces directly over the house. In all directions, those impenetrable clouds surrounded the one spotlight from the sun that shone down on the little home that my mother loved. It was a surreal moment that took everyone by surprise. That was the first sign. I took it as mother's way of thanking everyone for their kind words and thoughts on this the celebration of her life.

Mom Rests on Bench at Front Door

For anyone who has lost a loved one knows the pain after the mourners leave and move on with their lives as it should be. It is such a desperately lonely moment left with our grief. Whether or not you believe in spirits or are Doubting Thomas's, this next unexplained occurrence might sway your beliefs in the hereafter.

It was roughly two weeks after the funeral when I cried myself to sleep hugging my mother's robe. At exactly 3 am in the blackness of night, I was awoken to a voice coming from within the bedroom closet. I recognized the voice as I raised my head from the pillow, confused but strangely not fearful. No, it wasn't a voice from the grave entirely. And no, I wasn't dreaming it. It was my aunt's voice and she is very much alive. Strange indeed but I will explain.

Years ago it was popular to give greeting cards with a recorded message inside. When you opened the card up, it played the message. My mother always held onto special cards she squirreled away as keepsakes. She only kept this one particular voice card with a cheery Merry Christmas message from my dear Aunt Nancy. They were very close and not just as sisters-in-law but more like siblings. The message recorded was: "Hello Barbara, (my mother's name) I'm wishing you a Merry Christmas." Then the tune would start..."We Wish You a Merry Christmas....."

At 3 am that morning the card began to play the recorded message. I noted the time by looking at my alarm clock. I rolled out of bed and went to the large walk in closet in search of the voice. After lifting several boxes of clothes, personal papers and the like, I came to the closed lid box that contained my mother's greeting cards. Digging through the pile of cards I finally laid my hands on the card repeating the message from years ago. I was curious but had a suspicion that it was my late mother's doing.

I returned the card back into the plastic box in which it was contained and piled the other cards on top of it. All the other boxes were stacked over it in their original order.

Then on the same day, at exactly 3 am a week later, that same card woke me from my light sad sleep. "Hello Barbara" it began again.... This time I dashed out of bed and ran to the closet. I threw all the boxes off and rummaged through the one containing that particular card. It was still playing even though it was closed shut and not triggered to play by physically opening it up. I spread the covers of the card open to allow full volume of the voice message that was drawing me closer. It was the first time I had smiled since the funeral. There was no mistaking it. I was convinced my mother was trying to send me a message that she was very happy in her new eternal life and wanted to make certain I got it. I looked up at the ceiling and said "OK mom, I know you are with me. Thank you for letting me know."

Several months later as I told this story to a few close friends they thought it was somewhat creepy. Many asked if I was at all frightened. I emphatically told them I wasn't. I was at peace and not in the least afraid. I decided to collect the box that contained the voice card and show them. As I opened up the card, no sound came forth, then, or ever again. Coincident. I think not.

I believe that sometimes we receive subtle messages to ease our sorrow. These moments can give us inner strength knowing that good souls watch over us.

Sherri, myself, Barbara Hosken, Connie
our Friday luncheons

COTTAGE VACATION

View of the shoreline.

DAY ONE – arrival early evening

I switched things up this year since I was physically in no shape to camp after my little misstep on the weekend. So I went to a friend’s cottage. I had less than two hours to clean the birds and double feed and water them, throw some essentials in a bag, pack all the animal food, give Bob the contact numbers for hay help, shower, pull together a few groceries, find the bird’s travelling cage and get to the barn to meet my guide. This was after a full day at the barn. Marie graciously offered to help me with chores today so I could get away for a few days of R&R. She mucked all the stalls for me and helped me with feed and turnouts. We finished by 4 pm.

On the road I followed my tour guide along the 115 highway. Taboo was riding shotgun in the passenger’s seat while D and Zoey Pearl guarded the back seat. I probably got some strange looks as Taboo rode the whole way hanging upside down in his cage, blurting out the occasional ‘hello’ to passerby’s. No screaming, just soft “hello” as the pavement disappeared beneath our tires.

Toot rolled along through each small town before we finally arrived at the turnoff point. The narrow road would have been impassable if we met another vehicle. Trees stubbornly guarded the brush on each side. For a few brief moments it was a squeeze but I made it through slowly and cautiously not touching any tree trunks or branches with the wide west coast mirrors on my massive medium duty truck stretching out so far. Toot sneaked into the open parking lot. We had arrived.

After a brief tour I was shown to my cabin where the dogs and I would sleep. 

My Little Bunkie

Taboo was only temporarily in the room seated on his perch and T stand. He had fresh water and pellets to munch on so that would help settled him down from his feet hanging travel exhibition in the truck. Tomorrow he can explore the grounds a little outside from the safety of his perch. For tonight, he is in his crate locked inside Toot. He’s guarding my purse there. I locked the truck just in case. Can you imagine if someone tried to steal Toot. The frigging bird would give them heart failure if they managed to open the door and try to hot wire the truck. I can just see Taboo welcoming them with his famous ‘HELLO!!!” followed by a party laugh that would wake any residents on the entire lake. His belly laughs would bounce off the calmness of the water and carry for miles like a hyena calling into an eerie night of black.

After a dinner of spaghetti with hamburger mix with diced tomatoes, fresh mushrooms, peas, onion and other assortments of veggies we retired to the living room for a nice glass of wine. The ache in my hamstring and hip was subsiding.( Probably the red wine talking.) The drive wasn’t that long just 1.5 hours, but long enough for my back to protest and numb up my legs. Still I made it and walked it off as best I could to get some normalcy back into my gait. The secret to healing is to NOT take too many pain pills but let your body tell you when to stop and rest, keep moving moderately but pushing your limit oh so slightly each time. That is going to be my plan of action.

  

Ready to read a chapter of my Anne Rule thriller before clicking off the bedside light and slipping into the effects of my sleep disorder meds. My half hour is just about up so I should be feeling that heavy eye droop shortly. Dogs are down for the count. Zoey Pearl is in on her own bed I brought from home while King D has his own private couch to sleep on. 

 

DAY TWO -  a writer’s paradise

It was mostly a peaceful night until the rain came but only for a brief interlude. I had forgotten to take D’s collar and bells off so every so often I would be stirred from slumber by the jingle jangle of his collar. Zoey Pearl had a good night but was eager to go for her morning constitution at 7 am. My body protested as I tried to swing my stiff and cranky leg out of bed. Out the door went Zoey and I crawled back into bed. About 20 minutes later I heard her foot steps on the wood blanks outside the door.

View from my Bunkie

 By nine a.m. I decided it should start my day of ‘doing not much.’ The sun was up and smiling on the woods and lake just outside my window.  After a quick morning wash, I proceeded to feed the dogs and grab a little breakfast for myself. My friend joined me with her cup of tea before heading back home. She showed me how things worked and where to find what I needed

‘THE COTTAGE’ is a sprawling mini estate of little out buildings and bunkies including one large lodge type home. It even has several basements and a workshop. There are so many spacious rooms with all sorts of nooks and crannies inviting you to explore. The original cabin nestled beside it just a few feet away, dates back to the 1900’s. I have yet to be exposed to the museum of treasures it must hold. That will come later.

The Big House

The massive stone retaining wall.

Another Bunkie

The Big House

Garden Flowers

Garden

A quick history describes this property as quite derelict and in rough condition just four years ago. Verandas have been built, fireplaces unblocked and lit after 30 years of vacancy, and on and on. This is a vacation home that has a steady flow of family and close friends from early spring to fall. It is not the hospital white and germ free environment -type of cottage. It is a carefree, kick off your sandals; sit in wet bathing suits type of holiday home. So a little beach sand tracks in; it’s not the end of the world.

It houses a huge country kitchen with a stocked pantry that matches the enormous size of the room and the many people it feeds on weekends. Double everything here: fridges, dishwashers, laundry etc. etc. 

Partial View of the Bonanza Kitchen

D at home in the Kitchen.

I spent the day reviewing my first draft run of my fictional novel to get back in the flow of writing it again. I decided to punctuate the rest of the day with reading and watching a classic B&W movie on the satellite TV. The dogs mostly slept including Taboo. He stayed on his perch in the big house viewing the lake. No bugs from inside. He is enjoying the quiet time and change of scenery. A few branches will entertain him as he chews and scratches his feathers with it.

Taboo in the Great Room

Working Fireplace after decades of being boarded up.

One of Two Spiral Staircases Leading to Upper Level

Master Bedroom with Sitting Area and Lakeside View

Pensive Picture looking out onto the Deck

Animals Enjoying the Great Room

Zoey Pearl seems to be suffering from a form of dementia. She appears really lost here and is constantly walking, pacing the house and outdoors. It’s not the sort of novelty thing a new place brings that invites you to explore. She just seems confused and uncertain in her travels. She will repeat the same route over and over. Finally she gets so tired she just lies down. She is not eating like she normally does with the starvation grip on food. D on the other hand thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. That big comfy couch that dogs are allowed up on is just his cup of tea. As for Taboo, he too is one happy bird.

D making himself right at home.

Zoey Pearl a little out of sorts but finally settled.

DAY THREE – invaders from the burbs

I rose to a lot of leg pain, the type of gnawing ache that makes one feel queasy in their tummy.  After eating some breakfast and pills washed down with a cup of coffee, the pain started to lift. It is still there but less invasive.  The deep ghoulish bruising from my injured hamstring is just rising to the surface. I don’t dare where shorts or I’ll have all sorts of stares and comments coming my way. It is quite the show of purple and black. Reminds me of what happened in Africa when the bruising on my hip surfaced a week later. I can tell you the pain is less but it is still a reminder and very sore.

This morning I worked on my fiction novel some more. I need to do some research before I can continue to write the next chapter. It’s coming along as I believe I have developed all of my characters now. I’m so new at this fiction writing I hope I can pull it off. 

Well soon my company will arrive so I’ll take a break from writing and maybe walk out this leg some more.  The solitary mood of the cottage will soon revert to a lively party like atmosphere.

The guests converged on the cottage like deer flies on moose. Each car rolled in with copious amounts of food. The refrigerator was packed to the freezer. The laughter soon began while the beer and wine flowed. Taboo of course thought this was the biggest party ever. Apparently he is a very sedate bird compared to the other feathers that normally resides here during the summer. I was told so often that he was such a delightful well behaved bird and not to worry or ‘shush’ him if he squawks a bit loud.

Soon we were overrun with dogs. Four more dogs joined Zoey and D. The much younger canines just couldn’t get D to play with them or Zoey for that matter. The water was a swimming 80 degrees. D as usual didn’t want anything to do with paddling in the lake. He’s a land lover like me betraying his Labrador side of the family. That’s OK D. You can drown in water so you don’t have to tackle the lake if you don’t want to. However, Zoey did retrieve a ball in the water a few times. The one Husky/Shepherd dog was quite jealous of Zoey’s fetching abilities. Everyone seemed to have a grand time.   

Zoey Pearl struggling in the water but still enjoying the fetch.

By evening the dogs had quieted down and were hanging on the edges of the table cloth hoping for droppings of that drool tempting steak being served up. It was a scrumptious meal of baked potato, salad and rib eye steak from the Barbie. I have never been offered so many glasses of wine. The fellow we will name “Cupcake” seemed to be a wine merchant. That was his favourite choice of red wine.

Soon the curtains will close on the day. Tomorrow morning I will pack up Toot and head out for the final trip home with Taboo riding shotgun on the passenger seat and D and Zoey Pearl riding in the rear as backup.  Haying calls! *I want to take this opportunity to graciously thank my hosts for opening up their summer home to me for a couple of days of tranquility and reflection.

Original Cabin dating back to the early 1920s

Another Garden Pic

*POSTSCRIPT: no names or location were revealed in this post. Otherwise I would have to kill you.