Nicoya

Nicoya is the capital of Guantecosta, maybe. It is a good hour plus drive from Nosara, more than half way on dirt roads, which have improved dramatically since our last visit last century. My favorite story is about the" I love you" bridge. It was so rickety that before risking death crossing it, Bobbi and hubby told each other, "I love you". My second favorite story involves the same river crossing. The buses can't use the bridge so they use the bypass that goes right through the river. The newest bus was so long that is got stradled on the banks of the river. Never did hear how it was rescued. Manana.
Bobbi has to go to Nicoya periodically to conduct business, including getting permits, filing law suits, paying taxes, getting payroll, etc. It is an all-day affair partly because each of those transactions requires waiting in line and going to multiple destinations to get the correct stamps, imprints and signatures. Mixed in, Bobbi runs multiple errands, checking on repairs (blender at one shop, TV at another, washing machine at at 3rd), getting copies of documents and plot plans, delivering Cassie (a darling dog that blew snot all over me and my felt rug projetct all the way to Nicoya) to the vet, etc. She also has purchases to make. Feed for the horses and pigs, a reading lamp that is high enough to read by, but won't rust in the ocean air, a little light bulb in the shape of a flame with a small screw-in base (unsuccessful despite consulting 3 people in the hardware store), universal remote for air conditioners, which no one had, reasonably priced ceiling fans with lights, and I can't remember what the hell else.
This all requires planning. A lot of it is done on foot in the center of Town. Her truck only holds so much, so she uses her insurance agency as her holding pen and restroom. The animal feed was the last stop, which meant unloading everything and putting those huge, heavy bags in first. Then arranging and tying down the rest on top. Her system was compromised seriously by her 3 passengers taking up valuable space. And the Mensings bought much from our list. The most challenging purchase to get home safely was the huge lampshade for the reading lamp. Andy wouldn't wear it on his head and Cassie wanted to crush it to nuzzle Bobbi's neck. Though she was still blowing snot, she was diagnosed with kennel cough and prescribed medicine.
I am almost as tired as I was returning from a day in Nicoya, so I'll talk another time about Andy and my day in the big city.