We went for an evening in Tamarindo, finally leaving the resort, even though the tourism followed us there too. At a small outdoor street bar there was a live band with talented drummer and harmonica, people passing, people watching and lounging, a young couple dancing. The mood was cheerful after a long day in the 95 degree sun. Deep sleep was a given the entire trip. Too Fast Return: Our final morning was a big breakfast and a final swim in the ocean of shades of blue and turquoise. My sister behind me on the beach, the flat water drowning me in its splendor and seeming permanence, returning home to the sapphire womb. I didn’t want to go. I left a white cover up behind in the room and a debit card eaten in a hotel machine. I took with me some shells, rocks, and images in my mind. I desperately wanted to learn and see more, capture, experience more, soak up this place in a last ditch effort of more photos as we sped back to the airport, knowing it didn’t even touch the life beyond the window. We each paid $29 to leave. American dollars, in cash, to return to a plane and the airport we started at, of course with delays. Comments are closed.
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SAMANTHA KEOGHMultidisciplinary Artist Archives
April 2020
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