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Sedolsoder is Getting Mail Delivery

We have a PO Box in Atenas.

But when I had the electric meter transferred to our home corporation, I gave them the physical address. Never gave it a thought that they also would need a billing address (our PO Box.) Remember: no road names or house numbers in Costa Rica. Our address is: 500 meters west of the school/church.

The other day a guy on a motorbike came buzzing up the hill. I just happened to be wandering around aimlessly. When I saw the “Correo” (the Costa Rica postal service)  I was glad for residential address plaques which are pretty common in our neck of the woods. They are personalized address plaques.

Nancy had a sign made by a local guy. She picked a native wood, rather than a fancy bronze address plaque.  When the delivery guy saw the sign, he grinned and gave me an “Hola Amigo” and handed me our electric bill.  I guess he figured there aren’t too many Sedolsoder addresses that are 500 meters west of the church/school.

BTW: Our electric bill for February was about $82.

It’s nice to know that we can get home delivery of mail, but I won’t be giving up our post office box anytime soon. If I hadn’t been wandering around, it’s hard to tell where that electric bill would have ended up.

What This Baby Boomer Learned Today: Bracts, Warden and Pavers

Blog post sponsored (I wish) by Bracts, Warden and Pavers.  Not quite the same as Dewey, Cheatham and Howe, but that’s all I gots.

Today I learned:

In botany, a bract is a modified or specialized leaf, especially one associated with a reproductive structure such as a flower, inflorescenceaxis, or cone scale. Bracts are often (but not always) different from foliage leaves. They may be smaller, larger, or of a different color, shape, or texture. Typically, they also look different from the parts of the flower, such as the petals and/or sepals.

Hat tip to Jonny who is so smart she should not be reading this blog. But I like her anyway.

  • I’m a Warden

The U.S. Embassy asked me if I would serve and I agreed. I’m treating it like I’ll be one of the old Civil Defense guys (that woman in the pic HAS to be Miss Civil Defense 1954, no woman would be asked to serve as a Civil Defenser.) All I need now is a hat and a pointer and a whistle.

According to the embassy a warden is:
–A private American citizen resident in host country who volunteers to assist consular sections in disaster preparedness, welfare and whereabouts, and alerting Americans to emergency situations. Because wardens have close ties to the U.S. expat community they are often the fastest and most effective route to distributing information to Americans

–Facilitates distribution of routine administrative information (changes in section work hours, procedures, embassy closures, voting information) of interest to the U.S. private community

–Provides important, timely, safety and security information, which might include the times and locations of upcoming local demonstrations, areas of potential unrest due to local celebrations or elections, or information about a specific medical issue.

If it turns out to be much more than the first point, I will be quitting. But I”m keeping the hat, whistle and pointer. (Another good name for a law firm.)

yellow brick road ruby stilletos

  • We may live on a street made of bricks. While breaking from a grueling morning of breakfast with Kat and Layne and then a trip to see why our house phone has not been repaired, we dropped into Antano’s for a Cafe Frio Crema de Ireandelesa. (Iced coffee with irish cream.) Nancy’s favorite. Norman, the head honcho of the development dropped by our table to report that instead of asphalt or concrete for the street behind us, he was thinking of making it pavers.  Kewl. There is another development just down the road from us that has streets made of pavers and they look fantastic!  It will be very nice if it happens.

Won’t Nanc’ look great skipping down our Yellow Brick Street?

Love/Hate Relationship With the Wind and Bougainvillea Flowers

Bougainvillea flowers in pool skimmer

Not too many love/hate relationships in my life anymore. But I’m pretty passive-aggressive when it comes to Bougainvillea flower petals and the wind.

Jeez they are beautiful! but dammit, not in the pool.

Wind – not breeze. Just to clarify. Breezes good. Wind bad.

Bougainvillea flowers in the wind in the pool. Very bad.

BTW: could you spell bougainvillea without looking?  Boo-gain-vee-ya?  Who says spelling is important?

Research has found that not only do readers notice mistakes, they engage lesswith websites that have language errors, and they are far less likely to buy something from a website that has even a single misspelling. (Spelling isn’t grammar, but it falls under the broad “rules of language” definition of grammar that many people use.)

Back to the rant: When it’s hot in Costa Rica, it’s very hot. And humid. But living in the mountains means there usually is a nice breeze blowing to keep the sweat evaporated and a body cooler.
But the “December Winds” are still with us. One of the myths of living in Costa Rica. The December Winds last longer than you might guess.
The Bougainvillea flowers – while they are on the tree – are strikingly beautiful. But once they leave the branches to seek refuge in the pool and eventually are swept into the skimmer, what a pain the the buetox.

The flowers have one advantage over leaves. The flowers float.

Cat suggested that we needed to add some scented oils and adult beverages under the moonlight to complete the scene.

Hee. Yeah. Right.

Three or four times a day I use the mesh basket on a pole to fish the flowers from the pool. But that doesn’t begin to stop the pounds – yes POUNDS – of Bougainvillea flower petals from getting caught in the skimmer.

Beautiful.

But Yuck.

Why not just let blow around the pool? Because the skimmer leads to the filter which keeps the pool semi-clear. Once the flowers clog the skimmer the flow is restricted.

No baby boomer guy needs a restricted flow.

What a pain. Anybody have any solutions that don’t involve a Bougainvillea tree meeting a chainsaw?

 

Best Coffee Tour in Costa Rica is in Atenas at El Toledo Organic Coffee Finca

As with a lot of things, the best are close to home.

We wanted to take our Kentucky guests, Sally and Mary Kay on a tour of a coffee farm. (Wandering around our coffee plants next to the house didn’t qualify because we don’t process coffee, only grow it.)

In asking around “Long Tall” Sally, our friend who lives here too, said that the El Toledo Organic Coffee tour was the best. 

And it was only minutes from our house.

It only took a few phone calls and Gabriel had us booked to tour the farm and have lunch.

We met him at 10 a.m. and immediately started learning about growing and processing of organic coffee.

Why organic coffee?

That was a question he asked us early on. My response (which was not wrong) “because it’s the right thing to do.”

Har, when it doubt, be vague.

He was serious with his response:

Because of our health.

He said his father realized 14 years ago that all the chemicals he was inhaling was causing him health problems.  Five other neighbor fincas decided that they didn’t want to expose themselves or their families to the hazards of herbicides and pesticides any longer. They formed a tiny cooperative and started learning how to farm organic coffee.

Not because of the marketing, not because it was easier, not because they would make more money, but because … it was the right thing to do… for their health.

Since we were having lunch after the tour, Gabriel decided that the coffee tasting should happen first. He explained how they create light, regular and dark coffees and we sampled each.

Did I mention there were only six of us on the tour? Did I mention that Gabriel was very knowledgeable and patient?

We soon left the “Starbucks” of Atenas and started traipsing among coffee beans spread out on black plastic and on mesh screens drying in the blazing sun. This was organic coffee farming at the basic level. There was nothing “bulk” about the process here.

We soon found ourselves surrounded by coffee plants as Gabriel not only talked coffee, but local flora and fauna. He showed us trees and plants and butterflies and birds – and told us the names and why they were important to growing organic coffee. Everything interacted to produce better coffee without destroying the surrounding ecology. Even the horse shit baking in the sun was important.

Go here if you want to read more about organic coffee farming and processing.

I am impressed.

This tiny group of coffee farmers near Atenas, just down the road from the giant Coopeatenas, are raising a top quality coffee without ruining their health or the health of the ground.

I guess we will tour the giant Britt Coffee processing plant at some point in time, but we won’t learn any more about coffee and how it’s grown than we did from Gabriel.

I’m convinced that we need to prune our coffee plants back, let them recover and not bear fruit for a year, and then grow them without pesticides and herbicides.

Of course, my livelihood doesn’t depend on selling coffee.

I hope El Toledo and their neighbors do well. They deserve it.

 

Not a Boffo Day for Bufo Toads in Costa Rica


There are killer toads loose in Costa Rica. Unlike Pat and John, we had been alerted to the nasty critters and I prepared a special clubbing instrument.

Frances at the Lighthouse Animal Rescue had warned us of the “bufo” toads. It’s a misnomer to call a toad a “bufo” because that is the name of the class of toads.

(Note to self: class, toads, never use those two words together again. Toads have no class. Remember Terry the Toad from American Graffiti?)

John does a good job explaining why Gringo dog owners freak out at the sight of a toad. Go read the blog.

Except he forgot to mention the horrible death a dog suffers if it grabs a toad. The toad secretes poison and the dog will immediately go into seizures with certain death to follow unless action is take to dilute the poison and administer a shot of eppy.

Our toad was on the rancho last night when Nancy went to walk Sofi and Oliver (on leashes.) She spottedit and let out a yell. I grabbed my trusty walking stick and approached with caution.

Like John, my machetes (yes I have two brand new ones and one used one!) are coming in the container. Bud says he uses a five iron. Thanks Bud! My golf clubs are in the container too.

The toad was not anxious to escape. I didn’t take a big backswing because I didn’t know how it would react to my movement. So I did a shortened “Kill Bill” hee-ya move. That just stunned him for a moment, but that was all I needed. With a rapid succession of whacks I beat that sumbitch until his guts came out his mouth.

My foot measures 10 1/2″ – the toad would be longer if stretched out – including the guts coming out of his mouth.

There are now two less bufo toads in Costa Rica and my days of letting the dogs run free have ended. That damn toad scared the crap out of me.

Nancy said I should have seen the one that got away.

No thanks. But if I do, I want a machete or clubbing instrument of death.