Hmm. Where to start?
This week did not include that much work. Astrology readings at the local organic restaurant. Philosophical discussions. Spiritual conversations. Silliness. Tree climbing. Late night poi jams on a deck in the jungle under the stars with video projections on the cabin wall. Tarantula spottings. Bug bites. Serenades by old Costa Rican men on the steps in the middle of town, while eating fried fish with lime. Rides home on scooters. Rides to town in the back seat with the dog drooling all over me. As they say here - 'Pura Vida!'
Yesterday was the opening of 'el centro cultural' - a small outdoor area just off the street where artist folk can hang out. Sell their wares more legally (there are many street vendors here and everyone once in a while the police come and shut them down) It's a place for people to share their art, have a coffee. It's a very cool little spot.
So I volunteered myself to do face-painting for the grand day and discovered a new talent. Later on the drumming began and I danced around flamenco and belly-dancing style on the street and accumulated a captive audience. It was very gypsy and very liberating. Then there was fire dancing into the night. And more silliness at the local bar, where we hung out in the back lawn making human pyramids.
Eve - a taurus sister from North Carolina who was living alone in a treehouse before she came here: 
Taurus reflection
Taurus reflection
Friends off the street :
The lovely Frederica - a huge-hearted italian woman who does tarot readings among other things:
Joseph - graphic designer and staff dancer:
Bene - the lovely Bene, poi spinner extra-ordinaire:
Cello (for lack of the correct spelling) - argentinian sweet-heart:
Danny (who is helping to open the centro cultural), ?, and Miguel (aka 'gypsy boy') - fire-juggler extra-ordinaire who sleeps on the beach - a true gypsy
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