Sometimes, every day in Monteverde seems like a ground hog day. Heading into town I always seem to pass the same people, the same cars with the same occupants at exactly the same point in the road.
Even when you hit the bright lights of Santa Elena (pop. 3,000) nothing seems to change. The cute Tica girl in shop smiles at me as I pass by, the town drunk slurs his request for money and the tour guide who is always standing outside his office greets me with a "Pura Vida" (literally Pure Life), the most common phrase in Costa Rica. Despite the fact that I have been living here for 3 years the taxi, (the same taxi driver) who sits in his car at the corner of the high street, never seems to acknowledge the fact that I pull up in my car and always calls out "Taxi? Taxi?" I smile and as always I hold up my car keys in the vague hope that he will acknowledge the fact that I own a car, but to no avail, tomorrow he will do exactly the same.
Maybe it's because all us 'gringos' look the same, or maybe I am in a time warp.
Today was Ground Hog Day in the US, which for me was immortalized in the film starring Bill Murray and Andy McDowell. For those of you who haven't seen it, the story is about an arrogant and cynical TV weatherman who is sent to the small town of Punxsutawney, PA to cover the ground hog ritual and finds himself in a time warp whereby the day keeps repeating itself over and over and over and over again...
Sometimes, every day in Monteverde seems like a ground hog day. Heading into town I always seem to pass the same people, the same cars with the same occupants at exactly the same point in the road.
Even when you hit the bright lights of Santa Elena (pop. 3,000) nothing seems to change. The cute Tica girl in shop smiles at me as I pass by, the town drunk slurs his request for money and the tour guide who is always standing outside his office greets me with a "Pura Vida" (literally Pure Life), the most common phrase in Costa Rica. Despite the fact that I have been living here for 3 years the taxi, (the same taxi driver) who sits in his car at the corner of the high street, never seems to acknowledge the fact that I pull up in my car and always calls out "Taxi? Taxi?" I smile and as always I hold up my car keys in the vague hope that he will acknowledge the fact that I own a car, but to no avail, tomorrow he will do exactly the same.
Maybe it's because all us 'gringos' look the same, or maybe I am in a time warp.
Today was Ground Hog Day in the US, which for me was immortalized in the film starring Bill Murray and Andy McDowell. For those of you who haven't seen it, the story is about an arrogant and cynical TV weatherman who is sent to the small town of Punxsutawney, PA to cover the ground hog ritual and finds himself in a time warp whereby the day keeps repeating itself over and over and over and over again...
Sometimes, every day in Monteverde seems like a ground hog day. Heading into town I always seem to pass the same people, the same cars with the same occupants at exactly the same point in the road.
Even when you hit the bright lights of Santa Elena (pop. 3,000) nothing seems to change. The cute Tica girl in shop smiles at me as I pass by, the town drunk slurs his request for money and the tour guide who is always standing outside his office greets me with a "Pura Vida" (literally Pure Life), the most common phrase in Costa Rica. Despite the fact that I have been living here for 3 years the taxi, (the same taxi driver) who sits in his car at the corner of the high street, never seems to acknowledge the fact that I pull up in my car and always calls out "Taxi? Taxi?" I smile and as always I hold up my car keys in the vague hope that he will acknowledge the fact that I own a car, but to no avail, tomorrow he will do exactly the same.
Maybe it's because all us 'gringos' look the same, or maybe I am in a time warp.
Today was Ground Hog Day in the US, which for me was immortalized in the film starring Bill Murray and Andy McDowell. For those of you who haven't seen it, the story is about an arrogant and cynical TV weatherman who is sent to the small town of Punxsutawney, PA to cover the ground hog ritual and finds himself in a time warp whereby the day keeps repeating itself over and over and over and over again...
Sometimes, every day in Monteverde seems like a ground hog day. Heading into town I always seem to pass the same people, the same cars with the same occupants at exactly the same point in the road.
Even when you hit the bright lights of Santa Elena (pop. 3,000) nothing seems to change. The cute Tica girl in shop smiles at me as I pass by, the town drunk slurs his request for money and the tour guide who is always standing outside his office greets me with a "Pura Vida" (literally Pure Life), the most common phrase in Costa Rica. Despite the fact that I have been living here for 3 years the taxi, (the same taxi driver) who sits in his car at the corner of the high street, never seems to acknowledge the fact that I pull up in my car and always calls out "Taxi? Taxi?" I smile and as always I hold up my car keys in the vague hope that he will acknowledge the fact that I own a car, but to no avail, tomorrow he will do exactly the same.
Maybe it's because all us 'gringos' look the same, or maybe I am in a time warp.
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