Springtime has come to the Midwest (as opposed to Costa Rica, where there are two seasons, hot and dry and hot and wet). Tuesday was mild and mostly sunny, a perfect day for a walk in the sprawling Missouri Botanical Garden. The cherry trees were still in bloom in the Japanese garden area.
Just past sunset on Tamarindo beach. There was a group of young women in fancy tropical dresses waiting at water’s edge. Perhaps there was a seaborne soiree. It may be time to go back to The Lou but more Costa Rica at https://www.flickr.com/photos/bobcrowe/albums/72177720324696670/ and more to add in the next few days.
In Tower Grove Park, my favorite in St. Louis. It is laid out like an old-fashioned English walking park. There are many old, fancy pavilions available to rent. This one, called the Turkish Pavilion, is the largest.
Tamarindo beach, where the day trip boats anchor. Dinghies shuttle the passengers to and from the beach. This one has seen better days. No way to tell whether it broke up here or out at sea and then washed in. It’s a bit of an exaggeration to call it a shipwreck but it still looks a bit scary.
Home yesterday. I’ll stick with these for a bit until I find some local stuff.
Seen on the lawn of our condo development between the pool and the beach. As Mrs. C and I get older we wonder what there is to do here if our granddaughter isn’t with us. We don’t sit on the beach. I’m as pale as they come and I’ve already had melanoma once. The pool is okay (Ellie loves it) but it doesn’t do much for us. People used to bring books and read on the lawn. Now they have tablets. Will there be a next time?
Somehow I think this supposed to be a joke. Seen at a little taco restaurant in Tamarindo which is, in fact, cash only. By the way, the ahi tuna tacos were smashing.
Another must-do when we come here is a boat ride on the Tamarindo Estuary, a body of salty to brackish water separating the town from sweeping and little-developed Playa Grande. Thar be crocodiles. The guides are sharp-eyed and experienced, picking out wildlife in the surrounding mangroves that I would never see. We were told this is a blackhawk. I’ll take the guides word.
