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An update - The woman that keyed my car. I found out who she is. Diana Lynn. https://www.facebook.com/dlboxerdog https://www.instagram.com/dianalynn1960/ Yes, after the interaction, I came back to see ugly scratches on the back of my 4Runner. I heard she boasted on social media about it. It ads up. Keep your eyes open for this crazy person. …I got back to my car with Kuma and Lucia, and saw that the belligerent U.S. immigrant lady was gone (she drives an old gray Jeep Compass

Scroll farther down for English. No me duele escribir esto… ¿Alguna otra persona ha tenido que enfrentarse a la tóxica actitud de superioridad de un dueño de perro sin correa, que cree que las reglas simplemente no se aplican a él/ella? Me sucedió esta mañana en la playa. La responsable era una inmigrante estadounidense: la definición de manual de una "Karen" con aires de superioridad, que trata las reglas locales como si fueran meras sugerencias. La vi venir con tres perros

Today was a good Sunday. I don’t do church, so I already had that going for me. Instead, my ritual is the beach, almost daily, with the dogs. Out there, the world opens up. I always find someone to talk to—locals, United Statesian or Canadian immigrants, or national travelers just discovering San Carlos. I give out advice, trade a few short stories about what it’s like to actually build a life here, and point them toward breakfast at Tortuga's or Buena Onda. "click" from this

Yesterday, I took the dogs fishing. By the end of the afternoon, I realized I hadn't actually done much fishing at all. 1) Go fishing. 2) Don't take your dogs with you if you go fishing. 3) Give up on fishing because two dogs is like having ten undisciplined toddlers. 4) Play with your dogs. 5) Sit and think... 6) ...think about how everything is well in your mind and your own world. Instead, I played with the dogs. I sat. And I just thought about how quiet and well everythi