Or, if you’re from across the pond, Where in the World is Wally? As we sit here in the Greater Matapalo Area, and contemplate a future that will soon be rolling down the newly paved highway, we can thank Christian for reminding us how fortunate we are.
Take some time this weekend and visit the Playa—look to the right, then look to the left, and wave at your nearest neighbor a hundred meters up the beach—then thank the lucky star that brought you to this wonderful place.
I got quite a chuckle this evening when I read Christian’s note and saw the photos he attached. They just begged to have a Waldo or two inserted in the middle of the crowds. I get claustrophobia just looking at these.
Another relaxing weekend at the beach!
Hi Chris, You may need some comparative humor to our beaches for your blog…. This is why the sea next to China is called the Yellow sea. Where are the toilets? Do they all weewee in the water? Can they have a suntan? Will they all come to Costa Rica next? Anyone missing? —Christian
Just three quick kilometers to the nearest snack bar.
I can’t even imagine what this must be like. If this is considered relaxing, probably best not to find out what stressful looks like.
Wee, wee, wee. . . all the way home!
I want to go back to my little grass shack in Mata-paaaaa-lo! There never was a sweeter sight to see, take it from me. …
Ahhh. . . mas Tranquilo.
