Acclimated

A sure sign that a vacation is nearly done here is that everything about life in Jaco has become... not necessarily ordinary but unremarkably familiar. We have spent the last few days on matters of the magazine and the phone book, with daily trips to the beach for David to continue to practice surfing. (Rainy season is nearly done; there was enough direct sun yesterday to give me a bit of a burn.) Either we eat at home, cooking our variations on local food: gallo pinto and vegetables and dorado or chicken, or we eat local foods at a couple of sodas - and the details of each meal no longer stand out. We shop at Mas Por Manos or Mega Super, the latter as little as possible because although it is nearer, the selection is not as good and the prices are higher. The assorted vagaries of the infrastructure are hardly worth noting any more; the power went on, off, on, off, in rapid sucession, and then on and finally off for an hour and a half last night. And the drains had been repulsively reluctant since yesterday midmorning. This seems normal.

A quick glance at my watch says it's the 7th. Of course - we leave tomorrow.