A Heredia vignette:
I spent last weekend in Heredia with my amante and her 6 year old son....and we passed away a hour or two in Parque Central in Heredia on Saturday in the late afternoon. The weather was paradise, at least for me, dry with a light breeze, occaisional gusts, and mucho sol...I got sunburned even! (thats saying something for a South Floridian). The park was full of tico families and little urchinitos running around chasing and feeding the palomas(pigeons). We sat by the the church and let the little guy play. After a while we bought some bubble juice (sold in a glass Gerber Baby food jar to a 6 year old) (muy tico), and let some bublas fly much to the delight of the youngsters. I took a brief siesta resting my head on my amors lap and soaked in the rays, dropping into blissful semi-consciousness as she lovingly caressed my forehead. The parakeets screeched and fussed from high up in a tree in the church courtyard, but I slowly quited my mind in a test-pattern like calm. But suddenly there was a cry...Raton! Raton! A small grey rat was spotted scurrying in front of the church along the benches on the north side. The boys went into a frenzy! A dozen answered the call and came running at the poor animal...it couldn't figure out where to go and zigzagged in a panic between stomping feet. Eventually some muchacho got a solid stomp in, and the doomed animal staggered. The next blow came swiftly and with authority, and the animal rolled on its side and gave up the ghost. The boys cheered, looked in triumph for a brief moment, and left the carcass to oblivion.
I watched, thinking, this is not my culture... and returned to my comfortable position....
