Almost a Week Under the Southern Skies

Well, my youngest bird has flown the coop. Ventured out on her own. In places far away. Malori, 20, soon to be 21, is studying abroad this semester, in Costa Rica. Her Major in Spanish with a minor in International studies. She picked a small sunny beach town, in Central America, for her school of choice. Not sure why...?? She left Friday afternoon, to try her hand at boarding planes, keeping track of all her stuff in airports during long layovers, and landing in 93 degree weather in Liberia, Costa Rica. Then she had to find her ride for the 2 hour drive to Samara, (afore mentioned small, sunny, little beach town). She then had to pay for her ride in foreign currency and not get duped. All of this on not more than an hour's sleep. (it is now Saturday afternoon) To top it all off she has to walk into a house where she is to stay, meet these total strangers and communicate. Well at that point is just wasn't happening. Not one spanish word came out. Her host family thought she couldn't speak one word!!! Poor Mal! When she unpacked and calmed down, things started coming back and she was fine, until the ATM machine ate her card. (She has since gotten it back) She has now forgotten how bitterly cold it is up north and is basking in the sun, on warm beaches, in a mumu with a hat and sunglasses and knee socks, her hair is hopefully, no longer blond but a deep shade of the native black. Hope she still remembers the phone number up here in the arctic north...........

Here is Malori, Christmas day, dreaming of warmer days in Costa Rica with her new luggage by her side.
And a shot of Malori, practicing what she plans on doing in Costa Rica. HAHA