L'aura del Campo

At Elisabeth's place

We'll all cross that bridge when we get to it. :

"I was birthed by the mountains. I am rock, stone and soil." KE

Wind, fire, water, earth. We are all of those and something more. I am leaving the dry mountains of Montana to visit the clouds of Costa Rica. I will be rained upon. I may even get to see the sea.

"But my breath comes from the rain-clouds, my salty blood from the sea." KE

At Elisabeth's place

Pass around a plate of sandwiches;
pass a glass or two.
Sit and speak of olden days;
memories of me and you.

Rest and chat of don José
and doña Virginia too.
As I bite into those wrapped tamales;
we'll share a laugh or two.

© Kåre Enga [166.133] 2009-07-14

Sketching it out :

We were at the House of Elisabeth Sibaja Montero. Vilma, Ana, José Enrique and their aunt and uncle. Simple ditty, but I wanted to write something to remind me of the moment and the gracious hospitality shown by Elisabeth.

Thou :

Well, I haven't seen many of the old bloggers blogging! So, I can only hope y'all doing okay. Seems like doing the daily grind has ground down a lot of folks. Me too, but I don't know any better.

Me and Mine :

The plane to LA leaves at 18:20, with or without me. There's market in the morning and a football game at 13:00. I need to be at the air-bus-stop by 16:50. I still haven't straightened out my camera...

Partially packed. Could finish in 15 minutes, less if I had to.

Tomorrow at this time it won't matter. As long as I have my ticket, money and my passport... I'm good to go.

Costa Rica : 70º in San José... and drizzle at midnight.

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