I recently moved, again.  In the last four years I have moved four times.  That mathematically equates to one move per year.  I can’t keep this up….at my age, are you kidding?  It seems that maybe it is time to settle down somewhere.  The place I have chosen is Paris, but not in the sense of France.  Actually it is more correctly spelled, in Spanish, Perez, as in the sense of Zeledon.  Perez Zeledon is a little canton, or county, nestled in the valley between the towering Talamancas and the smaller range that hugs the coastline known as the Fila Costeña.  Once again I find myself single and once again I have fled this time much further away to my “isla de Gilligan” (or de Tom Hanks) with my only companion being Wilson, not a volleyball, but a one-year old beagle.  I settled into a small two bedroom apartment in the above mentioned coastal range, that is only five minutes from downtown San Isidro (the county seat of Perez) and about thirty minutes from Playa Dominical.  Wow!  For a guy who loves mountains and beach, that sounds like paradise, don’t it?  Well maybe it is and maybe it isn’t….only time will tell.  It is very peaceful and I can already feel the benefits of breathing clean air after being in the smog infested and congested confines of San Jose for the last ten years.  First order of business, after the usual things like phones and internet, is a horse.  I have longed to own my own horse for as long as I have been here in this lovable country and now perhaps that can become a reality.  One thing that is for sure is that here it is a tad bit warmer than San Jose.  So much so that I pulled a seriously gringo move and had an air-condition installed in my apartment.  I feel ashamed to admit to such a luxury, but around 10:00 am each morning my little apartment becomes an oven and I was tired of baking in it.  Problem is that right now it’s about 9:00 am and the power is out, so baste me and taste me because by twelve I’ll be done.  There is a river known as Rio Baru that runs in the back of the property just beyond the owner’s field of caña de azucar.  Wilson and I have already grown fond of morning dips in the clear cool water….which a neighbor recently told me may be seriously polluted.  Well, you win some and you lose some.  Hopefully my new life in Paris, oops, Perez, will be everything I have envisioned it cracked up to be.  Perez does carry the well-earned (it seems) reputation of having the most beautiful women in the country and at a ratio of three women to every man. Well I guess that calls for a big ole Pura Vida!

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