Percy and Mayra are two of my acquaintances from the beach at Tamarindo in 2010. … More Percy y Mayra
Not the pigs foraging in the ditch but rather the two streetlights confirmed I was downtown. It was La Virgen, an itty-bitty town right on the Nicaraguan border. There appeared to be a store on the left, but my eyes were fixed on those pigs, lest they suddenly decide to cross, taking me down in the process. … More The AK-47 Welcome
Last night the wildfire glimmered on the slope behind Playa Grande, and I could smell the smoke a mile away on Tamarindo Beach. I’ve been told not to worry about the monkeys, but I do. … More Monkeys Escaping Wildfires
Going down to the beach at sunrise on my first morning here, I recognized the woman with the garden hose. She stood in front of her house, sprinkling the alleyway’s dust. Her round face, paunchy belly, and vividly colorful top were somewhat familiar from my two previous visits to Tamarindo. … More The Lady with the Hose
The big-bellied guy from New York had the inside dope on everything. Poolside on Saturday, when La Puma had swum up to my chaise lounge and started chatting, he was stretched out nearby, and he tossed in a couple of remarks. … More Inside Dope. Seaside Weed.
This morning was the second time I’ve seen Percy walking along the beach with four rambunctious dogs. Today he carried a small plastic bag and was picking up trash.
… More Percy’s Expostulations