Literary Life

Little holiday in Costa Rica

The last ten days in Costa Rica. Spent with our best friends, who have been living there for the past six or so years. They live on a mountainside above the capital of San Jose — above Escazu. We rented a house in the jungle outside the Pacific coast town of Jaco for a couple of days. The jungle is hot and wet. It was a holiday, but holidays confuse me, so I worked anyway. A couple of good days, a couple of bad days, and some when I decided not to even try. Here are a few photos, which will get really big if you click.

Plume from the volcano, seen across the valley and the city of San Jose from the dining room window of our friends' house in Escazu

Infinity pool behind the jungle house, with the Pacific and some island in the distance.

Jungle view from the spot where I did manage to get a little work done, in spite of the temporarily empty wine glass.

It rains a lot in the jungle. This is the view out from the open-to-the-air kitchen / dining room / sitting room. When it's not raining, a fine place to sit with a gin and tonic and even have a massage


... proving it is a fine spot for a massage (and a fine woman to do it)

Okay, Monday, it’s back to the real world, in which looms a critical transition point in “And It’s Only Love,” which will make or break the project.