Wayfaring Sweeneys

Last night, while chowing down on patacones con pollo at Mariajuana's, Sarah and I reflected on the fact that we have been moving for three out of the last four weekends.   I still don't love "bananas," but plantains mashed and fried?  Yes, please! After putting us up (up with us?) for a few weeks in Roseburg, Sarah's parents drove us to the Eugene airport, and, after a brief overnight in Phoenix, we arrived with Suki and a good pile of luggage, we arrived in Heredia on September 24.  The next weekend, we started to settle in, and then I started applying for jobs on Tuesday.  By Wednesday I had an interview, and by Friday I had a job offer in Liberia (up northwest in Guanacaste).  On Sunday, we were at our next Airbnb in Liberia, waking up to howler monkeys and kiskadees in our backyard.       He's unimpressed. We've now been here for a week, and tomorrow will be signing a contract for a longer-term rental down the street and will be mov...

 It's another humid, breezy, surreal morning in Heredia, a municipality just to the north of San José.  I'm sitting under an open-air canopy at Café Britt, listening to electronica over the speakers and the occasional sparrow song.  Britt is a famous Costa Rican coffee roasting house, and this café looks to have been constructed large enough to accommodate crowds of tourists during the dry season.  It's still the heart of wet season, so I have the space almost entirely to myself.   So fancy.   I'm finding it difficult to know where to start a new blog, for a few reasons.  One is that I just haven't spent any significant time writing in this medium for many years, and I can feel the rust that has built up on my mental cogs.  Another is that I'm still trying to get my head around the beginning of this next chapter of life.  So many things led to this, and a lot of them are messy and complicated, and I know I can't do them justice here.  A...