Costa was fabulous and interesting and sometimes a bit of a mind fuck too. San Jose is a bustling city and I was amazed at how well Studmuffin has mastered the language. I think he is better with Spanish than he ever was with Italian though I am not exactly sure how that happened.
The taxis are a mess there zooming this way and that and will run right over you if you get in their way. They seem very selective about what fares they choose although they do seem to like the tourist colones.
We had a great flight and some alone time before Chris and Heather showed up and although ‘muffin shyed away from talking abut anything serious he was definitely very affectionate and not just sexually so, he seemed like he was in a very romantic, playful and just overall fun mood.
We met his Costan friends and I liked them too. It was a couple he had met when he was there in the summer. The woman, Mariella, was very great with child and spoke fairly decent English, the man Jarabe spoke no English but spoke Spanish slow enough that I could understand a great deal and could keep up (at least somewhat) in the conversation between what Spanish I know and with the similarities to Italian. They made me feel very welcome.
His brother and sis-in-law arrived very late, and she was really stressing the cab situation. I could tell right away she wasn’t experienced at traveling abroad. Not only did the lack of a cab stand at the airport piss her off, the rather seedy appearance of the cab driver in general was really freaking her out. She was all worried about leaving our luggage in our room “what if someone steals our stuff” - okay so what do you want to do? Drag everything we own everywhere we go for three days? …. I was thinking already this chick needs a drink. But guess what? She’s trying t make a baby and oh no…we can’t be drinking now can we cuz….what if we make a baby…can’t have a drunk baby made tonight can we…. I saw the look pass between Chris and ‘muffin and immediately I knew why they were there. ‘muffin invited them to keep Chris from killing her or divorcing her. I smiled, looked at Chris and said “Well, maybe YOU need a drink!” and winked so she couldn’t see. He grinned really big. I think I made a friend.
Wednesday we ate breakfast at the hotel – good fricking thing because Chris and Heather completely missed it because it took her two fucking hours to do her goddamned hair. JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH….where did he find this chick? I will never, ever, ever let on any of this to David or any member of his family. All David has said to me that is in the least bit negative are very mild comments like “she is a little high strung” and “she has a hard time relaxing” I had no idea from the little Thanksgiving meeting she was like this. Talk about high fucking maintenance….WTF was Chris thinking? I don’t really even know Chris but I feel like I do….David has talked about him all these years. How did he end up with her? California girls! And Chris is just so laid back about it. You can’t even tell it bothers him at all – maybe it doesn’t. He is just cool as a cucumber.
The big deal is she has this curly hair style and she doesn’t have curly hair. So she brought a curling iron. HELLOOOO!!! Ever traveled abroad before lady???? The plugs are different!!! The US is the only country that uses 110 voltage. So then she sends Chris to the front desk to ask for an adapter but they don’t have one and suggest he go to a local store to look for one. So he has to go look for one to a drug store (before he has breakfast). They don’t have one either so he has to buy her a new curling iron for 220 voltage for her to use for 2 days (?? Can you not have straight hair for 2 days? Princess?)
By this time we are down stairs eating our breakfast – and we’ve already woken up…had our morning…um…wake up call….showered and been downstairs to eat and the two of them are dicking around with curling irons. No wonder they can’t conceive – their priorities are all fucked up. We still had to wait on her to do her hair because she was bitching that he curling iron was all wrong for her hair….
We walked around the open air market and then the four of us actually had fun. I do like Heather. She is “just a little high strung” She can be fun….she just seriously needs to relax. I think if anyone needs a medical prescription for marijuana – she is a prime candidate. LOL
Did dinner on New Years Eve with the four of us and Mariella and Jarabe. Of course Heather gravitated to Mariella…DOI! Why didn’t I find a way to try and put a bug in Mariella’s ear to try and tell Heather to relax…but I didn’t really know the extent her neurosis at that time…oh well. Still though, her nervousness could end up screwing up my life. You need to chill out bitch!! Funny how the threads of peoples lives intermesh to make a huge tapestry.
Costa is a cool place though. There are bits and pieces o different familiar cultures. The food is sooo familiar. We hit right after the holidays so there were still some of the holiday foods, like tamales…I never thought of Central Americans eating Tamales on New Years fr good luck but it makes sense, they are really close to Mexico. But there were other familiar staples that I think were just part of their everyday diets. Rice and beans, tortillas (really good homemade ones), EMPANADAS!!! Oooo Yummy!! None of the other four had ever had them…I went nuts!! And told them how I used to eat them after school as a kid!! I saw the look on ‘muffins face when I was squealing like a school girl. Sometimes he forgets that I am not from Little Rock and I have this whole other life of being raised in the sub tropics, with different experiences, different customs, & different foods. He pulled me over onto his lap – Ah the beauty of an outdoor restaurant in Central America – and we shared a plate of Empanadas…he liked them. I also made him try fried plantains. I told him that it was a test like the princess and the pea because no man could last with me very long if he did not like friend plantains. I told him that my ex did not like them and look what happened to him. He ate it and said he liked it – I doubt he did. (smile) I think it is an acquired taste but I give him much credit for trying.
We spent the evening at a disco dancing to music that reminded me a LOT of Cuban music…TOTALLY loved it. We were drinking this stuff called Guarro…..I think Chris and I drank the most…ay-yi-yi….my head hurt a LOT in the morning. But I danced real good all night. I forgot what a good dancer ‘muffin is, we haven’t been dancing since we were in Italy in the old, old, old days…or maybe I think the last time was when we were in Prague when we first started sneaking and dating and no one knew. How funny – but we really had a blast. Going back to the hotel we were really close enough to walk but we were soooo loaded we decided to try the cab thing. Of course they were all speeding by us. Heather had finally decided to have a teensy tiny wittle nip at midnight and had a little buzz and was a little giggly but was still paranoid as hell. I finally (you know I get a “take charge” attitude when I am really fucking loaded” ) decided to fuck this, I am getting’ a cab… I pushed the guys into the shadow and said, c’mon chica, out here…she was screaming when I dragged her out into the street, out my arm around her and threw my leg up. The very first cab stopped on a dime. (ALL cabbies are male) All four of us were laughing so hard we almost peed our pants. We piled into the cab and Chris was mumbling something about “I knew I remembered you.” Uh-oh…not sure how much I really want him to remember…I wonder how much ‘muffin remembers?
Back at the hotel Studmuffin gave me an incredible compliment…right before he passed out…that’s right believe it or not..Mipiace and Sudmuffin got no nookie on New Years Eve-LOL But they say people say what is in their heart when they are drunk. We were in bed and he said, “You are the most amazing woman who ever lived.” So he is a big dork and he can’t get his shit together and his relatives are really fucked up (like I have any room to talk there) I think his heart is true.
We were both quiet on the trip home but it was because we were hungover. We never talked serious but that is kind of okay. I think it will come in time and I’d rather it happen naturally. We kind of needed to have some fun – and that happened naturally too. I was proud of him, watching him speak Spanish and translate for me and navigate in a foreign country – that was cool. He was proud of me, seeing me embrace the culture, things familiar to me that were foreign to him, and both of us handled the land mines of his in law and helped his brother have a little smoother sailing. All in all I think we just spent a little healing time. I know there will be some time for working things out, we just move at an incredibly slow pace.
There is one fly in the ointment. I lost a friend while I was gone. Someone I had considered a very close friend. But I think it's better that it happened now, before I invested any more of me into a relationship with a deceptive person and better that it hapened now when I am happy in my heart.
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