Easter Eve

Wow, the city is getting back to normal on this eve of Easter Sunday. The traffic was crazy as carloads of folks were heading out of town back to the city. I’m not still not clear on the meaning of Easter in this Catholic country.  On my way home from work today all cars headed north out of here. Can’t say I’m unhappy about this, but I just found it unusual that they left today, Saturday.

Our Easter breaks go through the weekend, but not here. I’m interested to see how many churches will be filled to the brim tomorrow.  There are a lot of churches everywhere, all Catholic. Even in the place I work I pass three churches out in the middle of nowhere with small populations.

There was another marathon this morning, but as I left for work at 7:30, it was finishing up. I think it’s a qualifier for the big one in June.  I still don’t see how these people run in this heat. It was only 96 degrees today. Flipping hot. I work outside in the heat and it’s intolerable.  Last evening my air conditioning went out. Sultry and about 100 degrees in my place. It was not a good night and I had to get out.  My gracious landlord is one of the most fair realtors I’ve ever met. She let me move into the very best unit here. I was in heaven after spending much time in my car with the air on, just to get a temporary relief from the sweltering night. So, for the next 12 days I get to stay here. There was a two year wait list for this particular unit. It’s heaven.

I love it here, but it’s the hottest place I’ve ever been except for that last trip to Thailand where the temps were in the 50 C range. About 120 degrees, maybe more. I haven’t converted to the metric system except when talking distance.

Looks like some thunderstorms will be rolling in Monday, so the wet season may be starting a bit early?? Don’t know.

Toughest day on the job so far in this heat. We have so many different animals currently, it takes even longer to prepare their food. I will snap of a picture o my tiny cocina with no air one of these days.

The best part of my job is interacting with the visitors coming off the zip-lines.  They are amazed by the monkeys. I love to help them feed the wild ones. I think it’s one of their highlights, too. It allows me a break in my work day. Everyone knows I love to chat up people and the joy they get when I ask if they would like to feed them is as much fun for me as it is for them.

Now that the Canadians have pretty much gone home, the Americans have taken over.  Much more my crowd, although I’ve met some amazingly nice Canadians. I’ve met equal numbers of not so nice folks.  Most of the Americans are east coast, New York and Jersey.

BTW, Costa Rica does not celebrate Easter the way we do in America. It’s all about the party leading up to Sunday and religion. No one says Happy Easter, puts kids in their Sunday finest, have Easter egg hunts, Easter baskets, etc.