Costa Rica Cost Of Living Update: Seven ounce bottle of 15 SPF suntan lotion- $14 (Next business idea…selling suntan lotion on the black market)
There is nothing as tranquil as sitting under a palm tree, much to the consternation of my husband. Ever since I’ve known him, he has a fear of getting hit in the head with a coconut or, depending on the season, an icicle. I’ve seen him zig-zag through a bunch of palm trees like a football player dashing across the field for a touchdown.
This may stem from him growing up in New York where he witnessed people getting hit in the head with all sorts of objects, not one of them being a coconut. Here are a few highlights of the many things that my husband has seen while living in Brooklyn: person stabbed in head with screwdriver, cracked in the teeth with a wrench, hit in knee/skull with baseball bat, pummeled repeatedly with city garbage pail, and the piece de resistance of this collection, someone voluntarily being tasered for $50.
So when a ten pound coconut landed ten feet from my head and made a crater size indentation in the sand, it didn’t take long for him to say “I told you so.”
Apparently, I should always listen to my husband when it comes to getting bonked in the head with things.
Yes, in Zancudo there are tons of coconut trees and I am terrified… 1 or 2 fall each day and the “coconut man” comes by in his cart once a week to collect them… and I almost don’t like that because I’d rather see them on the ground where I can be more mindful of where to avoid… but my husband says it ruins the grass, and if you leave them, they will take root eventually.
But yeah, more people die of coconut injuries than shark attacks!
YIKES~ 🙂
One of the few fears my husband has. You should see him dart through a field of them.
I read in the a diving magazine 3 or 4 years ago that globally, more people die by falling coconuts every year than by shark attacks. It’s just that shark attacks make better news stories.
My husband will love that. He can have his “I told you so” moment. He always tells me that one day I’m going to get cracked in the head if I don’t keep looking up.
You and he both tell the CRAZIEST stories. Such good “grist” for the writing life. Oh, I’ll take a coconut any day.
Hope to be joining you one day, it is the dream. Hubby is right about the coconuts, last time I was there more than one person warned me about them.
Make sure that sunscreen is at least a 30 spf, 15 is not enough at that latitude.
You’re right, the sun is brutal at the beach. I practically walk around with a burka over my body. It makes for very unflattering photos.