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   second-hand experiences
Monday, February 11 2019

location: Casa Trogon, Agua Vista Lodging, Montezuma, Nicoya Peninsula, Costa Rica

The neighbors at the next casita over have been entertaining a guest for the past few days. The main effect of this had been increased levels of second-hand smoke; the visitor had been something of a chainsmoker. If you've traveled in a time machine from the 1980s, it might strike you as odd that second-hand smoke from 50 feet away would ever be an issue for anyone. But if you're from the present day, after cigarette smoking has been shamed and ghettoized almost out of existence, any amount of cigarette smoke in the air is noticeable. I have to say, smelling it isn't entirely unpleasant, though I'd rather it weren't there, since part of what makes Costa Rica desirable is the intimacy with the outdoors. And having anyone's second-hand experience is best avoided.
Speaking of intimacy and second-hand experiences, the visitor to the neighbor's casita was gone by this afternoon, and the neighbors must've been delighted to have their privacy back, because they celebrated with some rather loud sex. It's a heterosexual couple and all I heard was the woman.

This evening Gretchen and I made ourselves a simple spaghetti dinner. The non-wholewheat "spaghetti" I'd bought yesterday turned out to be bucatini, which was an unexpected delight.

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