It’s hard to speak Spanish here. I’ll be honest—you don’t need it.
I still wasn't sure what was being served over the fogata, but we couldn't go empty-handed, so Lyon ran to the store to get cookies and beer.
All of a sudden we heard a chorus of small voices shout, "Hola!"
She gets on the bus all by herself.
Jojo and I ride the bus together.
I have managed to walk a fine line between trying to control everything related to Josephine's transition to Costa Rica and keeping an open mind.
I promise not to post too many photos of us on hammocks by the beach.