A Farmer’s Creative Sabbatical (3)
Decompression phase
Yesterday I drove over the ridge from San Isidro to Ojochal on the southern coast. Not difficult at all, unlike the murderous mountain pass over Cerro del Muerte. More on that later!
Friends Steve & Kerrie own an amazing restaurant and “tree house bar” (Los Gatos Locos) alongside the Rio Ojochal, next door to El Mono Feliz, where I’m parked for a few days of bliss.
My friends Shadowgnosis and his wife are here also. He and I have been friends for about 15 years or so, and this is the first time we have ever met in actual person! He has a ton of friends, some of whom have also never met him. We all follow him, though—formerly on Facebook (which most of us have abandoned in total disgust), and now on Medium and anywhere else he shows up in any media.
A brilliant and prolific writer, he’s unaware of his “following,” in a way, and last night I told him that his “collection” of us girls reminded me of the dust cloud behind and clinging to PigPen, as he passes through his life oblivious.(Shadowgnosis, you know I love ya!):
As soon as I put my suitcase down and doffed my San Isidro cool-weather-gear, I headed down the path to the river, sat down in the hammock with the intention of just listening to the birds and the rustling water, and fell into a deep sleep for an hour and a half.
Being completely irresponsible is difficult to adjust to initially, but once I’ve decompressed, it becomes a blissful, delicious way of life, where time stands still, everything is interesting and beautiful, and is the greatest high I’ve ever achieved.
All I want to do is stop and stare, photograph everything in sight, and then write about it. But no words nor photographs can ever describe that delicious sense of la pura vida that makes this country so unique.
Here’s just one example:
I have no idea what time it is, but I’m feeling hungry. Stay tuned for more. There is so so so much more to come.
Pura vida, everyone!
And thanks to ScienceDuuude and WotWU for hosting this wanderer’s wayword words. ❤