So Many New Friends Here In San Jose, Costa Rica!
August 10, 2019 by admin · Leave a Comment
(Which of these shots “doesn’t go”; but does ’cause it’s on the wall?)
Here is my newly-discovered Costa Rican destination resort, The Fauna Luxury Hostel in San Jose, Costa Rica, just an hour from the airport. It is so easy to meet people in hostels
I have made all of these wonderful friends in just one week! Imagine that!
Lobby and Front Desk
My Mindbogglingly Beautiful Hostel In Costa Rica
August 1, 2019 by admin · Leave a Comment
I’ve extended my stay in the Fauna Luxury Hostel in San Jose, Costa Rica for another two weeks. This hostel puts no limits on one’s timeframe, contrary to most; so, some guests stay for months. Here’s why:
This colorful inner patio contains ping-pong and pool tables and this glorious mural. It’s an outdoor lobby leading to all rooms, the bar and huge dining room/cafe, and our hostel kitchen. My 5-bunk dorm room has the new-fashion cubicle bunks. We each get a comfy, wooden box with a descending curtain for darkness and privacy. I haven’t seen the private rooms yet but maybe I can get some shots of those too. My dorm bed costs $13 a night but the ensuite privates are only $35 to $50. All including breakfast. Such a deal!
Deep In A Costa Rican Petsit
July 7, 2019 by admin · Leave a Comment
I haven’t published any exciting details of my life here in Grecia, Costa Rica, housesitting and petsitting for a lovely and lively young doggie, Cara. My excuse is a good one, however. While I temporarily settle into a quiet, suburban expat life in a modern community; I am finally able to cope with an enormous editing/writing project that I couldn’t have done within my parapatetic traveling life.
I brought about 40 handwritten journals of my recent travels, which also contain details of my most-unusual inner, psychic life. My sister almost threw them in the dump when this journal collection landed on her plate but agreed to hold off until I arrived. I’m sure this is typical of most psychic’s relatives.
Cara, during my petsit
Since dogs are not the best conversationalists, we petsitters know to equipe ourselves with time-fillers: paperbacks or online haunts and duties. Or old journals to tear apart according to topic and then to retype for online distribution. That’s where I am now. Cara has my presence fulltime! Though, can you believe? She STILL competes for my attention with my computer!!! An egomaniacal young doggie! I try not to encourage that ego buildup.
Anyway, I’ll have these jounals gutted by the time her owner, Kathy, returns; and maybe I’ll rent a cabin on the beach to type them up? Or I’ll take a break and finish in the next spot I land in? My life is sooo flexible! It’s certainly an advantage to fashion ones’ self as a writer. Because that very designation identifies you as an analyzer who writes about what you discern under the covers: maybe, a dog’s influence upon your life? I hope my input is of a higher quality!!!
So, thanks to this dog, I have set a goal for myself that keeps me on target to keep winnowing my journals. Naturally, I’m creating more diaries as I go; but trying not to be so loquacious.
Can you say that about the animal in your life?
A Good Description Of The International Hosteling Life For Road Warriors!
June 24, 2019 by admin · Leave a Comment
It’s 2019 and I’m petsitting in Costa Rica and using my day’s full of downtime to cull my old journals for excellent blogging material. Here’s one written in Slovenia, Eastern Europe in 2005: I was 64 years old.
“As I pass through the world’s hostels, I’ll try to describe how life is in them. This hostel is very quiet and cordial, with young, hands-on owners. Everyone speaks English and will help with enthusiastic advice; as will the ever-changing, full compliment of guests, who all seem to be from Australia, Canada or England. Young professionals: teachers, nurses and doctoral candidates. One man spent three weeks in Irkutsk, Russia, as part of his PhD work. Eleven years ago, I was in that same beautiful region of Lake Baikal, Siberia, leading US/USSR group tours for almost a month. I must get back there, someday!
The subject of one’s travels is usually the first thing we all talk about: Where you’ve just been and where you are headed, It’s at these times that I realize what a Road Warrior I really am, because my experiences often rank me equal, or senior, to them and this is surely why they don’t see me as representing my age; but, as simply, a fellow traveler.
Now, what’s it like to sleep in an eight-bunk, mixed dormitory room witb fifteen other men and women sleeping all around you? Just fine! Mutual consideration makes it work out. Even having just one toilet room… with only one toilet. And another shower room, with one shower and no toilet…is managed very easily. Though, it helps to rise early, as I did today.
Everyone else was out until midnight and I turned in at 10:30 p.m. But,I barely heard them come in.
This hostel is similar, in principle, to those in Nicaragua, which I enjoyed so much. Those cost only $3 to $6 a nigbt, compared to $27 here; but that reflects each country’s economy. The Central American ones all had FAR more toilets and showers; but the friendly, welcoming ambiance was just the same. As were the backpackers, themselves.
People of my generation are probably stuck in the Hippie mentality, as far as their impression of backpacking goes. I was, until I met this serious evolution of “under-the-radar” traveler. They are lovely, lovely, highly-educated, very-considerate men and women, who behave like brothers and sisters of one another.
All are naturally attractive, clean-cut, fit, and in good health. Everyone sleeps in loose,
comfortable clothing: shorts, tee shirts, mumus or sundresses. No one talks in the dorm room after the first person turns in and it’s reading lights only. I always curtain my lower bunk sides with sarongs; simply for darkness, rather than modesty or privacy.
Now, a brief look beyond the hostel walls! I just saw a traditional Babushka, a granny, standing in tbe hot sun, bundled in sweater, skirt, a head scarf and heavy knit stockings. It would probably be immodest to wear anything less. She had the stocky, square peasant’s body and was either my age or younger. Otherwise, all people here are leading the fashion parade.
Such a clean city! With good sidewalks! Everything is under repair here, with none of the poverty I found in Central America. Slovenia is known as the richest portion of Old Yugoslavia. The land is not suited for agriculture, so it has become the center of industry, learning and finance.
I highly recommend this whole, less-traveled, anciently-civilized region!
An Excellent Travel Option Is Petsitting And Housesitting! Try It! You’ll Like It!
June 23, 2019 by admin · Leave a Comment
I am now happily ensconced in a lovely, modern home in Grecia, Costa Rica; takibg care of Cara, a young and very exuberant, middle-sized doggie, while her owner, Kathy, is in The States visiting family. Cara is the main reason I’m here, but I also keep the house occupied during the many weeks of its owner’s absence. This is a win-win situation for everyone.
I get to live in a foreign country as an expat, at no cost except my food and the incoming and outgoing transportation to Costa Rica. Americans get a 90-day visa at the border, which can be renewed by exiting znd re-entering.
Kathy has the peace-of-mind of knowing that her precious child is safe and happy and not “imprisoned” in a boarding kennel at great expense. I get to indulge my love for dogs and to spend many long hours culling my accumulated journals in order to write my next book. These many journals contain twenty-years’ worth of wisdom and forgotten adventures and fill a medium suitcase. It’s about time I took them off my sister’s hands and relived my “most adventourous traveling life”. So, days are being filled with research, cutting the valuable pages out and tossing the rest. All in the company of a sleeping dog.
I’d sleep too, if I had romped so exuberantly with Little Man, next door, during our walk this morning! Our immediate neighborhood consists of eight lovely homes each surrounded by a landscaped lawn, on a dedicated, gated street.
Originally, all of this property was owned by one Tico family with seven daughters. As the girls grew, Mom and Pop, who still live here in the family home, built each one of them their own house, up and down this street. By now, even the next generation of their grandchildren are raised and gone but most of those daughters and spouses still live here. A few have sold, and a few rent theirs out, like this one to Kathy, but this is still a delightful, family enclave.
They all have keys to each other’s places, so that they can rescue clueless dogsitters who get stuck in the fenced back yard when the wind slams the door shut and locks one out! Just this morning! Talk about community!
This wee town of Gracia contains all anyone needs in the way of shopping; but it is near to San Isidro (one of several San Isidros here), which is only an hour from the capital city of San Jose and the international airport. We are in the mountains where the air is clear and the temperatures are mild. It is extremely quiet and peaceful. The country, itself, is one of the safest in the world and the native Costa Ricans are renowned for their genuine friendliness.
Now, how can you avail yourself of this Win/Win World of house and petsitting? Just google those terms to find the several excellent matching service websites. I always use www.trustedhousesitters.com. You can find so many listings for all over the world for long and short periods. Couples are especially welcomed; particularly, if the pets are big muscular dogs who expect and need long walks.
Once, I spent a month in Capetown, South Africa, minding a sweet little Yorkie. I forgot to mention that you usually get introduced to all of the owner’s friends, who then make up your delightful support group. This time, I’ve already gone out to lunch with Maggie, a Reiki Master and fellow Voice Hearer and we’re going to try to start an HVN group (www.hvn.org) here to meet at the Yoga Center. Expats famously gather in so many interest groups in their new communities, that you will find yourself fitting in as a local in no time at all. This is an excellent and very affordable way to checkout a possible future location for an expating move of your own.
And, in my case, I only speak English! Spanish would be nice, but I’ve done this all over the world without the local language. You can too!
www.trustedhousesitters.com
www.mindmyhouse.com
www.hvn.org
Almost Launched Into My New Solo Travels I Attend The Phamaly Theater
June 3, 2019 by admin · Leave a Comment
My daughter, Jennifer and I are heading to a fancy fundraiser for Phamaly Theater in Denver, Colorado.
I flew here from San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, to attend Molly’s high school graduation and many gala affairs surrounding that, including a pool party and a theater fundraiser.
As part of my two weeks’ family visit, we attended two fantastic theatrical, performances of the 30th Anniversary Musical of Phamaly (Family) Theater for physically-disabled actors. My grandaughter, who has a very rare genetic chromosome disorder found in only 34 people in the world, has been a dedicated actor for several years. The very talented cast uses wheelchairs, walkers and canes but they are polished and professional. What a show! This is the only such theatrical company in the United States and they have traveled as far as Japan to perform.
On Tuesday, June 4, I fly to Tampa, Florida, to visit my sister and brothet-in-law, Ann and Bill Sargent, and after a week, I’ll fly to San Jose, Costa Rica, for a convention and six weeks of pet sitting. I’m anxious to return to the Land of Pura Vida.
Merry Christmas From San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
December 25, 2018 by admin · Leave a Comment
Was one 3 kings female? Christmas Eve Breakfast The inner patio of the Biblioteca (Library) where I spend a lot of time San Miguel’s landmark right on the Central Plaza Another Three Kings This king bows to his subjects. The Lifesize Holy Family in the Manger fills the Plaza Gazebo An Angel Stands By Watching Over Them
Absolutely Freezing In Santa Fe, New Mexico!
November 15, 2018 by admin · Leave a Comment
Brrrr! An Alberta Clipper just landed on New Mexico Sunday night! Winter visited, alright, with snow, wind and freezing temperatures. Luckily, it waited until the real purpose of my visit to this State was accomplished. I had come for an International Living Magazine Conference about “Expating to foreign countries on Social Security,” which was held at the very, very fancy Hilton Buffalo Thunder Hotel in Santa Fe, New Mexico, between November 8-10. There were 500 of us gathered for an intense look at all the wonderful offshore possibilities for living cheaper, fulltime or part-time lives, overseas. All of this consultation confirmed my decision to move/expat to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico next month.
On my way there, I will fly to Central Florida to visit my sister and brother-in-law in Lakeland. We haven’t seen each other for quite some time and I’m looking forward to being with the rest of my family, just as I had in Denver before the conference. But first, I decided to come closer to the actual town of Santa Fe for a nostalgic look-see. Some years ago, I housesat/petsat in this vicinity and wanted to remind myself of its Southwestern loveliness.
Naturally, after paying BIG bucks for staying in that fancy hotel for this Expating Bootcamp, I chose to stay the three nights in the dorm at the very funky and informal Santa Fe International Hostel, which is much more in tune with my worldwide travel tastes. This is one of the homiest, southwestern-themed, hostels I’ve ever stayed in and I wound up spending all of my time right here, inside because, all of a sudden, the night that I checked-in, the weather changed sooooo drastically! Freezing weather swooped over most of the Central United States from Canada! Hence, the “Alberta Clipper” designation! Folks here say this is very early for such extreme weather, which was down in the 20’s and 30’s with a biting wind. I only walked several blocks and came back to the hostel, abandoning my plans to poke around this cute little town. Instead of the cold outdoors, my pictures are of the interior of this little western hostel, where all the food is free because local grocery stores donate their outdated foods. We cook up all sorts of tasty meals in the restaurant-sized kitchen.
Tomorrow, I fly to warm and sunny Florida…. where my sister says it has now cooled from the 80’s to the 70’s. Yay! I’ll take it!
Do You Know What An Expat Is? I’m Planning To Become One. Again!
November 3, 2018 by admin · Leave a Comment
I’ve had a delightful Fall visit with my family in Golden, Colorado, and will fly to Santa Fe, New Mexico, on Wednesday, November 7th. Fortunately for me. International Living Magazine is sponsoring a Conference on “How To Become An Expat anywhere in the world.” Since I’ll head for San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, after my Florida visits; the timing is perfect. I like big meetings where other travel-nuts like myself, gather to trade tips; so I jumped right in.
The word “Expat” surely comes from the word Expatriot, but we don’t turn our backs on our Western citizenship, at all. We merely choose to live overseas for a portion of the year. Many people buy property in attractive world locations and retire to warmer… and much less expensive… places of living. Frequently, they become active in tbose communities or, at least, the weekly lunch gatherings of fellow expats.
My first experience of this type of retired life came in Montevideo, Uruguay, a few years ago, and I will find it again in Mexico. In fact, several speakers at next week’s Bootcamp conference are now living in San Miguel. I have identified this categoty of Senior Citizen as world-minded as I am; even though they are far older than the hostelers, whom I usually hang out with during my frequent around-the-world jaunts
The big question for me will be: “Can I satisfy my wanderlust by becoming an expat somewhere?” And that remains to be seen. I still owe myself a good, long looksee at China, Siberia Russia, North and South Korea, Japan and many Pacific Islands; which I postponed this time by coming back to the States a year early. But, family and friends are important, too; and those countries will always be there.
Here’s the unchanging message that I always find myself sharing with others:
This world really is a wonderfully-welcoming and inviting place and its people are truly nice. If I can get myself around at this age and on a budget; then, so can you! The only thing to fear is fear, itself!
What Does Traveling Backwards Feel Like?
July 31, 2018 by admin · Leave a Comment
Traveling Backwards and Forwards, simultaneously, feels just the same….only stranger! Exactly the same way that traveling Upwards or Downwards does. I have just completed all four of these directions and am quite disoriented by now.
If you have kept up with my travels, you will know that I have been steadily moving eastwards around the equator for almost three years; in this third RTW of mine: Traveling from The States and Mexico, Central America; to the UK, Eastern Europe, Russia, Italy, France, Spain, the Canaries, Morocco, Kenya, Tanzania, Uganda, Indonesia, Thailand, and Laos.
Now, that’s a standard, uni-directional, logical plowline! Aside from going north in Thailand and then south along Laos to its capital of Vietiane, I have stayed as predictable as the crow flies.
But, this little crow’s brain is apparently very easy to scramble. All it took was a three-month detour to the Philippine Islands. On impulse, I took an abrupt turn across the South China Sea to Manila, and then traveled north and south (up and down) through Cebu City, Oslob, Siguihor Island and Dumaguete, where I broke a shoulder, twisted a knee, and seriously disoriented myself concerning my straightforwards around-the-world flight.
I am just realizing the effect of this whimsical dosey-do, between Manila, in the Philippine Islands, and Vientiane, Laos; because I have returned to the very same Mixay Paradise Hotel I set out from last April. Same staff, same room, same afternoon tea, same Buddhist temples across the street! Naturally, I have been reabsorbed into the same loving hotel family…even some of the same guests! It suddenly feels as if I haven’t been anywhere. As if May, June and July never occurred! As if the world has, suddenly, simply plopped into the monsoon season.
As soon as I have sufficiently rested, I shall rejoin my Stray Asia hop-on, hop-off tour through Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam. Then, when I use up these SE Asian countries, I am planning more circles through China, Siberia, Korea, and Japan. How confusing will those be as I teeter on the far-eastern shores of that greatest landmass?
Circles are all that I will have left to perform! The Islands of The Pacific Ocean! I shall be one dizzy balleting blonde, that’s for sure, when I finally attain the western shoreline of my homeland. Will I then collapse like a victorious, long-distance swimmer? Determined to stay closer to home in the future?
