What are we doing in Costa Rica?

The phone rang at the house this evening and I picked it up. I think it was a salesman of some sort. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Hello?
Spanish Speaking Gentleman: Bueno! Very Fast Spanish for about 30 seconds. 
Me: Uh… No habla Espanol.  
SSG: No habla Espanol?
Me: No, no habla Espanol. 
SSG: Rapid Spanish for another 15 seconds. 

It was clear to me that communication was unlikely. I hung up the phone. 

Zach: Who was that?
Me: Some guy. I could only catch a few words of what he said, so I told him I don’t speak Spanish.
Zach:  Actually, you told him HE didn’t speak Spanish. 

At which point I hung my head in deep, abiding shame.

This morning we drove to the zoo in nearby Alajuela for a dose of Costa Rican wildlife.

This monkey is nursing her baby!
 

The zoo had a lot of interesting conservationist signs, including this one:

That’s Viagra in the turtle’s hands, in case you couldn’t tell.

The afternoon was rainy and sleepy. Everyone napped and I finished a good book (The Tenderness of Wolves). Tomorrow we pack; Monday we go HOME!

More photos in the slideshow.

Zoo Ave