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Costa Rica Memory

on May 17, 2015

One day on my recent trip to Costa Rica our group stopped for lunch in a small town. After we ate we had free time to wander around the town square and, of course, shop. I’m big on packing everything I expect to need when I travel in a small carry-on bag which allows for no additional items. Therefore, I’m not big on shopping.

I found a shady spot to sit on a park bench in the middle of the square. I looked around me and noticed a white Peace Pole planted in the flower bed across the sidewalk from my bench. That’s lovely, I thought. Soon I saw a young boy riding his bicycle on the sidewalk and smiled at him. He smiled back. In a moment when time seemed to stand still he reached toward me with a flower in his hand. I received the flower with a sense of wonder that this boy and I, and the Peace Pole, were somehow framed in a halo of love. I basked in the afterglow.

When I rejoined my fellow travellers to get back on the bus, I noticed that many of the women held flowers. They were discussing if they should have given him some money in exchange. I think that what was an epiphany for me was a market-place moment for some of them. I felt a little foolish. Love will do that to me. But I still believe that the boy wanted to give and wanted nothing more than for me to receive his gift.


2 responses to “Costa Rica Memory

  1. I think you were the luckiest lady on that bus that day not in the least foolish , you experienced a beautiful moment in time and I bet that boy recognised it also when our souls dance it is recognisable in the eyes it is a wonderful gift so happy that you had this lovely experience.

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