When I first started visiting Costa Rica... I would go down to Uvita...there were no Cell phone towers and no Century 21 or Coldwell real estate for sale signs... I would spend the first night in Sin in the garbage strewn streets of San Jose... and then go to the Saintly cooler mountain valley city of San Isidro Del General.. the next hung over day as I followed the asphalt of the Highway of death over the mountains ..... looking out over and down at the precipices just beyond the bus window a crucifix was swinging like a pendulum from the rear view mirror in front of me ... love that town.... great fried chicken... across the street and to the right from the Hotel Chirrippo ... all those good Catholic girls milling around with their eyes strait ahead, I could have sworn I had seen some of them a day earlier ... then the following day I would sway on another bus into Uvita ... the sun beating in on the bus down the coastal highway, and on the third day... I would Gorilla Camp and drink from the river.
and Watch Jesus Christ Lizards run across the water.... I swear.
There used to be a cement block house right on the beach... it was abandoned.. but painted blue someone picked the color....very dark blue... you could walk around in it... it was two stories you could go upstairs...and look out the window openings at the sea.
When I came back the following year the ocean had eroded in further and had completely demolished...
the structure now just sitting there a big pile of rubble... torn down by Mother Ocean.... no demolition permits were required, we can call it building Lucky 7 if you like.
I had heard the guy that had built it it was an American and him and his young son were flying around in their airplane.. and died in a plane crash........... Their Party abruptly ending.
I thought to myself I had found a hideaway there in Uvita.... when I came back yet again the 3rd following year.. I was greeted with the wonderful news...
had I heard? ... cell towers were being built and soon there would be service...joy, my heart dropped.
I am always catching the tail end of the Comet and holding on with one hand... sort of like water skis,, how you can whip out and accelerate... then fall back... well, certainly better then not catching it at all.
The future is a blurry thing..."It don't matter to me"... I am reminded of those lyrics... that Bread song and
That old block beach house that sat on the shifting sands....... that is forever gone that I once walked thru .
One time I was in a bus station standing in line right behind a Nun... and started to get an erection.
Oh The Shifting Sands.
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