A brief break in the restaurant and area reporting this week to take the time to move into my temporary new home. I am house sitting for my friends, Greg and Laura, while they make a three month visit to friends and family in Ashville and Buffalo. This in no way affects my Chef duties at La Cusinga, but rather, puts me into a change of daily schedules. I’m only in my third day here, so none of it is really figured out yet, except that the two dogs, Sophie and Vida, get fed in the morning and in the evening.
Greg moved to Costa Rica eight years ago, bought this property, and has been building on it ever since. He has built two A-frames; the larger of which is his and Laura’s main house, and the smaller is a guest cabina. He has also constructed a sophisticated water capture and delivery system with four tanks that supply the houses. Both houses, although rustic in appearance, have full amenities; solar heating for the shower, full electricity, and in the case of the main house, a TV with working channels and a washing machine. It is quite comfortable here.
The main house has a deck with couches and hammocks that wraps around the front and looks out over a beautiful lush valley down to the coast of Uvita. Last night’s sunset was spectacular. The house sits 4 Kilometeres up a steep windy road that necessitates 4 WD and because of that drive, is peaceful, remote and absolutely private. The sloping grounds are home to a vegetable garden, garage and tool shed, solar dryer and a plethora of fruit trees, including pineapple, banana, avocado and mandarina..
The biggest adjustment for me was leaving R2, my Tercel, back at La Cusinga and having to use Greg’s ancient Toyota Landcruiser to go up and down La Union Road. The Landcruiser is nearly as old as me and seems to have many more idiosychrosies. I think Greg was more nervous teaching me to drive it that I was learning about it and the micro-managing made the process more daunting than it really is. The Landcruiser has a very low first in 4WD and practically hauls itself up the steep gravelly hill to the house. It is also a bucket of bolt and rattles and shakes frantically with every bump. Once out on the open road it runs just fine, if one is in no hurry. The first time I got back into R2 after using the Landcruiser’s clutch I stalled twice. Talk about night and day.
Tomorrow is feria day and I already have a reservation for 5 for tomorrow night. I’ll get up extra early on the mountain, go to La Cusinga to trade cars, and head off over the real mountain to Perez Zeladon and the Thursday feria. I’ll get used to this car shuffle soon and will get back to the issues at hand.