P.S.
December 23, 2007
A fellow named Juan Carlos built this house. He is from Coronado, near San Jose. He hadn’t been to Punta Morales before, and he really enjoys coming here now, with his family, to enjoy the beach and El Huevo. This was the first house he built as the contractor, and he has since expanded in Coronado to a crew of about 40 men, building fancy houses in the San Jose area. He was here in July for a weekend with his foreman and his family, as well as his own wife, 2 children, and his mother. They came and got me, took me to the beach, the Huevo for supper and drinks and dancing, and breakfast and the beach on Sunday again. We had a great time.
They came back yesterday, this time with his father too, twelve people in all, and he took Linda and I to the beach in the afternoon, and again to the Huevo for supper, drinks and dancing. Everything went well, although we did have a small incident. As usual, a drunk was wandering around asking women to dance. He came to our table and asked Juan Carlos’ mother, and Linda, and they both politely declined. Then he went around the table and asked Miguel’s daughter, who is a young twelve. When she said no, he persisted. I stood up, as Miguel was busy and hadn’t noticed what was going on, and told him to leave, get away from our table, and anything else I could think of in Spanish to indicate to him he wasn’t welcome. When he started to argue and wouldn’t leave, I headed around the table to take care of things. Fortunately, I guess, Juan Carlos stopped me, got the guy to leave the table, and got the manager to throw him out. He was back later, but didn’t approach our table.
They do things a little different here. Nobody wants a confrontation. I guess that’s good, as long as it gets taken care of. I still have some customs to learn. There is more to living in a new country than learning the language.