When the thunder clapped and the sheet lighting struck I swear we all held our heads.
When the rain came onto the upstairs balcony and the wind threw the water bottle about I swear I thought Hurricane Catastrophe had hit.
At 3.30a.m.I was begging the elementals for sleep. I bargained my life, my art and my woolly brown socks which I have nicked off the daughter.
When the rain reached the mattress him and me started shouting at each other. He wanted to close the shutters but I didn’t want to be locked in a dark, damp, box…
We were going to another beach today but the grey clouds are SO full of rain that I fear we may get blown out to Japan.
ELIZABETH GILBERT is keeping me warm and comfortable, my green soup is keeping me warm and comfortable, Bee’s brown socks are keeping me warm and comfortable, the old git assures me that the rain forest is called that because of RAIN, but the plunge pool is overflowing.
We have 3 days left to top up the tan, remember that we are coming back to a cold, wet Britain, and to be eternally grateful for a really wonderful experience.
I was so cold yesterday that I did what all good neurotics do I cleared the fridge and cooked. I made the best green soup imaginable and THE most moist lime chicken..
I sweated loads of onions and garlic, it was the only thing that did sweat yesterday, in olive oil and butter, then added everything in the fridge that was green. Not the lovely little tree frog who has adopted us. He sticks onto the wall and peeps at us shyly with his beady eyes. We’ve christened him Tristan.
We have a party of ghekkos otherwise known as the ‘Ghekko blasters’. Gordon lives behind the picture and shouts at us the minute the sun goes down. We all shout back ‘GORDON’ to silence him.
I blended the soup then marinated the biggest chicken breasts this side of San Jose in ginger, garlic, olive oil, rosemary, cumin, black pepper and freshly squeezed lime. They cooked in their own juices for 30 miniutes in the oven, yes THE OVEN, I know this is Costa Rica but it’s also costa we have to keepa warma.
We ate supper as the tempest swirled around us. Our brave new menu consisted of coconut rice, lime chicken and sauted marrow, the wind blew out all six of our candles and Gordon stopped chattering.
‘Eat, Pray Love’ reminds me to stop nagging and enjoy what is, but I can’t help worrying about the monkeys. what do they do when the rain hits. I can imagine them all huddled together in the wet leaves….
Okay so we’ve had ‘Halloween’ and ‘The Day of the Dead’, today, according to oiur calender on the wall is ‘Ah Souls Day’ – at least I think thats what it says – Hark! I can hear the howlers, for the first time in two days, does that mean the rain is stopping?
If not I’m thinking of making celery and coriander soup with a set of chicken drumsticks cooked to a crisp. Which is what I wished I were….