San Jose, Costa Rica is a rickrack of people, sites, sounds and smells. It’s on odd downtown, not very attractive, funky, and lacking in that cosmopolitan feel. But downtown San Jose, for all it’s short comings, has found a place in my heart. As I travel back to the U.S. - the land of plenty - I see how familiar this town is to those who grew up here. The fruit guys, the lottery ladies, and the Central Market are all darling, quirky fixtures in our capital.

It may be a few days or two until I can post. If I’m luckily  - and they don’t shoot me at the airport, I’d like to throw up a word or two from during my five hours of trying to find something to do in New York.  I look forward to visiting the homeland. But all the while…..

I’ll be thinking of you, and singing under my breath: Do you know the way to San Jose?