I have been neglecting my beloved Dictionary and am looking forward to getting back to it over the next few days. In the meantime, I wanted to share two pieces of mine from this week’s Tico Times:
A reflection on what I’ve learned from the taxi drivers of Costa Rica about love, murder, and why marriage is like a shoe tree, in this week’s Maeology column…
…and a few thoughts on a different way to approach the old “if I’m a feminist, should I let a man open the door for me?” debate, in honor of International Women’s Day.
Happy Sunday, and have a great week!
katherine stanley obando 
Your story about the taxi driver reminded me of one that my wife and I caught when we were in Costa Rica in 1995. We were with a couple that I knew. As we pulled away, my friend took offence at something the taxi driver said about the fare and demanded that he stop so we could leave. (I didn’t think the price was out of range at all.) A few minutes later another red taxi pulled up, my friends and my wife climbed in back, and we took off (this time without a complaint from my friend). I noticed that the front passenger seat leaned way back just like the one in the first cab. Glancing over at the driver, I burst out laughing. “Charley,” I said, “it’s the same guy!” This time the driver wore sunglasses. “My disguise,” he said, grinning. When my friend started to grumble, i told him to be quiet. I liked the driver, and paid our fare without a complaint. Loved it! 🙂
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That is hilarious! Sounds like it was a good thing you had a sense of humor about it.
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