Costa Rican mountain view

Today we received our Cedulas in the mail, the ID cards that designate us as Costa Rican permanent residents.

Today the Costa Rican bureaucracy, rightly earning its legendary reputation, spent an hour and a half stonewalling me over the legibility of an unnecessary stamp on a translation of my marriage certificate.

Today I spent an hour lounging by the pool, doing yoga in the sunshine, listening to the toucans over the sound of the river thats twenty yards away.

It’s been a very Costa Rican day.