By Mark Drolette
I moved to Costa Rica in April. Save for kitchen cabinets, my new house near San Ramón was empty. With a ten-minute walk to the bus stop followed by a twenty-minute ride into town (I haven’t a car), I was soon overwhelmed trying to put a home together from scratch. Not having Internet service or a phone magnified my sense of isolation.
Cleary, making friends would help. Unfortunately, I am not naturally outgoing. I call this being “introverted.” Others call it being “stuck up.” I prefer the former. But whatever the label, this dratted innate trait was not going to make it any easier for me to adjust here. It wasn’t long before I was craving intellectual stimulation, acceptance, laughter, warmth and gossiping mercilessly about those unfortunate enough not to be present. (I never claimed I was well.)
Enter the winged one…