Do you know the way... again, I know, try something new.

Hola everyone from the Hotel Don Carlos, back in San Jose. It is nice being back because the air is cool and we have no more scrawney little airplanes to contend with. We flew back from Tambor, near Mal Pais, earlier on a single engine jallopy with a copilot who had Turettes syndrome. No problem until he took the stick to land the plane. Keep it steady big guy.

Well, tomorrow we are off on a day long tour of areas around San Jose because, with Easter weekend, everything and I mean EVERYTHING is closed. You cannot drink beer on either Easter Sunday, Good Friday, or Holy Thursday. What is an alcoholic to do around here? Again, I am going to keep this a little short because this keyboard has characters that are all screwed up--the question mark is the dash and the dash is the question mark. I cannot figure out if this is a Spanish setting or someone screwing around with the keyboard. Perhaps any of you Spanish speaking people out there can explain why a question is a dash and vice versa.

I will go into much greater detail on this blog once I get back to Winnipeg and have a more reliable computer to work with. I have taken a gazillion, no muchas gazillion photographs for everyone to enjoy or use as a sedative for those nights after eating 30 chicken wings and having those EVIL GUY CHASING YOU dreams. (Sorry, I cannot find quotation marks and the asterisk is the left bracket, while the left bracket is the right bracket--come on you Spanish guys, explain that).

So this is where I stop because it is time for Julia and I to say TO HELL WITH HOLY THURSDAY and go drink some wine. Besides, my welts are oozing puss and I need to go reapply some betopic cream I bought in the Cook Islands for the huge welts I suffered there. Do not worry, I am sure that by the time I get back to Winnipeg, the spider larvae will have already hatched and consumed my leg. You can call me limpy if you wish.