(Golfito, Costa Rica)
They all left this morning. Every one of them. Stu and her opinions, Bunz and his giggle, Frankie and her hand gestures, and Babe and that accent. What am I supposed to do now? Nothing. Nothing but sulk around and deal with another onset of mild depression.
The only thing that slightly lifted my grey mood today was seeing these kids running a plastic sled-like toy down their concrete sidewalk. They took turns pushing and riding, and fun they were having was painted all over their faces. Concrete sledding. Who would have thought?