Right out of the "Sound of Music"

The other night we had a thunderstorm like you wouldn't believe, it literally shook our house and lit it up like having our very own strobe light! Even we were a little scared, well maybe just Terry!   Made me think of the movie the "Sound of Music", "Rain drops on roses" scene.  First "boom" (hmmm, wonder how long it will take the kids to come to our room), second "boom"(Jorja), third "boom" (Carter).  As for Lindsay, she slept through the whole thing!  Sorry no pictures as you can't take pictures of thunder, silly!

The Garden Masterpiece...In progress!

Here's a few pics of the latest transformation in our back yard.  The owner (a fellow Edmontonian it turns out) is down here this week and luckily he thanked us!  What do we have in there? Papaya, mango, okra, lime tree, cuelantro (jungle cilantro), chia (testing), mint, rosemary, basil, avocado, spinach, garlic, might be some watermelon and of course the pineapple forest!  Did you know it takes two years to grow one pineapple?  You just cut the top off and throw it in but that is a long wait!  There is also an orchid which Carter got from scaling a tree and some tadpoles we are watching turn into frogs.  Not cute frogs, big, gross, poisonous ones which are all over the street at night and occasionally in your toilet (yes, I did say in your toilet)  It really is a jungle out there!

Next up, building a shelter for our lovely garden before it gets washed away by the rain!

How to break into our house!

Need anything from Costa Rica?  Turns out if your head is small enough, iron bars are really not burglar proof.  We were really just testing the theory in case we ever locked ourselves out and a window was open.  Honest!

Sneak Peak at my "Crew"

Since many of you have been asking about my latest gig, here is a little preview. Yes, it is a fitness class with about 50 spanish construction workers.  I get by with a lot of smiling and "aqui", "vamos" and  "rapido".  I will get better pictures as I was hiding under the roof in front.  This was our first class and I only made one guy puke!  The next class only one guy sprained his ankle.  They totally love it or maybe they are just making fun of me as I really can't understand spanish spoken that fast (ha ha)!  We have now had four classes and have done many many "pucharas" (that's pushups).  Did I mention it was from 6-7am in front of a restaurant/beach (hence the roof top photos) which our collective boss (a crazy Israeli) also owns.   Last week he asked them all to make weights.  It was kinda funny as the carpenters came with wood weights, some others with a concrete/rebar combination and those that didn't have any just picked up some random rocks.  This week the boss is away in Israel or London or Disneyland and we had no access to the sound system.  A fitness class with no music, no english, no beach if the tide is high, no equipment (including running shoes for some), no drinking water and no mats (its either sand or gravel baby!) Yup, you could say this class keeps me on my toes!  Me encanta! (I love it!)

Terry's Haircut

After briefly visiting some bad 80's hair experience, Terry decided Carter and I should cut his hair. As you can see, Carter and I are trained professionals already! We took Terry from the bad 80's to some crazed Seinfield-Kramer-like "do" only because he would not let me take any off the top. Once again I could not stop laughing when I talked to him as he looked like he belonged to some bad punk band. Sadly, many people told him they loved it (yes, Nosara is a kindhearted or delusional place, take your pick!) Anyways, a real hairdresser came to the house a week later to cut the kids hair and I made Terry sit down for a little reshaping. He returned to a normal person and I thought very handsome but he got all mad and told me I "ruined his hair" by having the hairdresser fix it (hmmm, we all know who was right right!?! Here's a few shots (remember the "before" is in the previous blog!) and the after "Captain Nosara!"

Family Picture

Family photo at Carter's teacher's wedding on the beach. Shortly after while Terry was "watching her" Lindsay rolled in the sand and surf and then wanted to be held by her momma. Needless to say it was a rather sandy affair (so much for getting dressed up!)

Please note Terry's hair which was the motivation behind the next blog.