Our dear, dear friend, Sandy Gallentine graced us with a visit mid April. After six long months we were finnally able to put our 'guest' room to use. Actually the guest room is usually occupied between visits from Chris's parents and peace corp gypsies. But Sandy was our first "Friend" from Gringolandia. She cleared her schedule for a Tuesday thru Friday trip and we did our best to keep her busy.
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Upon arriving at the airport we swept her up and headed out to a nice two hour lunch at the beach. There is a great Hotel/Restarant on Playa Tunco, just west of La Libertad called Cafe Sonzal. The drinks are cold, the ice is safely filtered and the views of surfers goes on miles.
Don't do it Sandy, don't eat that piece of fruit...
You're not in Kansas anymore... you can't just eat the fruit off the trees.
On day two Sandy, Rachel and Reagan (Peace Corp Volunteers) and I headed out to test our bravery on the Apaneca canopy tour. There were 15 or so runs, mostly short, but one 100 meter crossing that was a little dicey. Before we started the course Sandy asked the guide what types of wild animals we could expect to see and without missing a beat, and in all seriousness, he responded "If we're lucky, we MAY see a squirrel"!
Chris and I have been on the look out for a 'cool' old SUV to purchase and drive back to the states when our tour is over. We have looked at several old Land Cruisers and Range Rovers, and recently started thinking seriously about an old Jeep Scout. We were test driving it for a couple of days to see if we could manuever it around the streets here. On the third day Sandy and I were heading back home after playing tennis when we lost positive control of the truck. Luckily we were heading down hill on the Pan-American Highway and pulled over to the side of the road, called the Embassy dispatch unit and waited for them to arrive to save us. The final analysis was excessive atmosphere in the fuel tank. The guards walked to a gas station and we were up and running. The truck had a 6 gallon tank! Who knew?
Success.
Entonces. . .
I traveled to visit your tropical pad
The greatest of trips that I’ve ever had
“Don’t try local grub, it’s flavored with ASS”
“We promise to keep the Sweet Scout full of gas”
The driving I found to be reckless and brave
Citron was the BEST, corn ice cream my fave
The Embassy gate with the large dental tool
Classes with Sonia totally RULE
Merci for the lift to Eppley and back
I felt like a QUEEN and that is a FACT!
The End
- Written by S. Gallentine 2008