Ticos are fond of the double superlative. In Costa Rica you’ll see supermarkets like HiperMas (hyper more) and MegaSuper. On TV, they advertise prime time television like this: “Prime Time, Super Prime!” I think that probably qualifies as a triple superlative.
Hi all you devoted blog-reading family and friends… i.e. Dave & Jayne, I heard you follow my ramblings, thank you!
I’m sorry for not writing anything as of late. Once Kirk arrived, time flew out the window. We were so busy filming, traveling and cramming everything in. I don’t think I once opened my laptop in that last week.
But keep reading. I have more stuff I’ll be writing about in the next few days, and lots of pictures to put up from my final escapades with Julie and Kirk in Costa Rica.
My host family – Nathalia & David – are already wanting to know when I’ll be back.
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Out for dinner for Kirk & my last night. Round the table: Natalia, David, Yanira (Julie's mamatica), Aaron, Candace, Julie, Kirk, me.
Say you need to get around a car that’s stopped in the street. You would think it’s in one’s best interest to walk behind the car instead of around the front of it, right?
Not so when it’s a manual car on a hill.
Lately I’ve been teaching Natalia some American sayings and idioms. I’ll absentmindedly use one in my speech and realize from her blank stare that I’ve got some explainin’ to do.
Here’s the list:
* Doesn’t make a hill of beans difference.
* running out of [books to read]
* Kill ‘em with kindness.
* … and all that jazz.
* I plead the fifth.
* Spill the beans!
* throwing daggers
* Cry me a river.
* “talking smack”
* “duly noted”
* We’re in it for the long haul.
