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Pinto con barbudos

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Saw a couple friends today. Nice, because I really have few friends here. Sure, I hang out in the market, park, hotel. Yes, I know quite a few people ... but I realized living here in 2012 that friendship is always trumped by family and I would never be considered family.

Sound sad? Yes, it is.

It's one of the reasons I'm leery about moving here or even living in Norway for a month. I should. What's a month? But if I have difficulties in a warm pleasant culture like Costa Rica imagine a cool introspective one.

How much isolation can I take?

Just thoughts. I've been depressed but not at the moment. I saw Alberth and Marguerite, ate a pinto con barbudos at the market, saw quite a few people I know. Managed to figure out how to call abroad on my Costa Rica phone as I have $8 to burn before the 26th, called Marlene who's leaving in a week, bought a pair of soft plastic/rubber shoes for $6 in case I get to the beach, later ate a torta chilena (a layered cookie/dulce-de-leche/merengue-topped dessert), even got to the bank.

I took a couple photos of the gallo pinto con barbudos ... barbudos are green beans cook with egg. A bit of variety in my rice and beans diet.

Now if that second cup of coffee doesn't keep me awake...

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