pura vida

Living in another country is hard. Living in another country with kids is hard. Raising kids in any country is hard. Raising kids with another person is hard. Being with another person for twenty years is hard. But some weekends are easy(er).

This one started with a Friday sunset, some volleyball peppering, boogie boarding, and an Italian dinner with friends.

Followed by an adults only night at a fundraiser at Pangas. Ingrid got her groove on while the cocodrilos were enjoying the reggaeton.

Sunday was a beach day in Playa Real aka Piratas. Supposedly there’s pirate treasure in the coves and islands here, but the greatest treasure on this day was Viên’s time with his best Tica friend, Sarah G.

As with all evenings, Sunday’s ended with another sunset. This one is from our finca with Anders kicking the futbol at the garage with the neighbor’s kids while a spectacled owl watches from the guanacaste tree.

Next weekend is Thanksgiving. It’ll be a hard weekend. Our first Thanksgiving in a long time without our families, eating gluttonously, and kicking ass in ping pong. Our kids’ first ones without their cousins…ever. Tenemos que esperar a Navidad.