"If all the cars in the U.S. were placed end-to-end it would probably be Labor Day Weekend." - Doug Larson

I'm starting this post in the morning and hope to publish it tonight when I get home, but that depends on internet service.

More misc. thoughts on life in C.R.:

They don't have addresses. None. And most of the streets don't have names. Bizzarre!
Lori (hostess) told me their address is something like, "15 meters south of the Belen community park and 10 meters north of ____ market." That's what goes on their envelopes as the return address. That's how everyone does it, for businesses and residences.
But wait! There's more!
They had a whole set of address that were something like, "X meters west (or ...) of the old fig tree and X meters north (or ...) of the tire shop." A few years ago that old fig tree died and was removed, so if you don't know where the fig tree was...good luck! Same thing happens if that tire shop closes down.
Yesterday I said, "So that makes GPS pretty much worthless."
Oh no. The GPS here uses satellite coordinates. If you know where you want to go you call ahead and get their coordinates, plug them into your GPS, and off you go.
If they don't answer their phone you start asking questions of people on the street. "Where is So-and-So Market?" and just keep asking people as you get closer.
Crazy.

Many of the homes have a weird looking thing out front. Typical is a steel pole (Spanish word: posto) about 2" in diameter and 3' (one meter) tall. On top of that posto is welded a "box" that's more like a grate, open at the top. Huh?
Turns out it's for garbage. On trash day you put your bag of garbage in that box which prevents the neighborhood dogs from getting into it. That's apparently a common problem given the near universal presence of those boxes.

I cannot figure out the traffic rules - who goes first, when you're allowed to make a turn, where the "intersection" begins.... But they know them and that's what counts. Or they know how they've all agreed to break those rules, including driving on narrow streets at breakneck speed. To add excitement they allow motorcycles, and there are LOTS of them, to ride between lanes of traffic and dart wherever, whenever.

OK, here it is 10 p.m. and I got back to the house about 40 minutes ago. Chatted with my gracious hosts a bit, had an apple, talked via Facebook chat to Pam, and now I'm ready for bed. Tomorrow's post might happen Wednesday given the schedule we've got laid out, but whenever it comes I hope it will include some pics of the morning's activity.
Yeah, you'll just have to wait to find out what that activity is.