Costa Rica? Costa Rica!? A month now in this open, old world place. Swiming in the Pacific. Warm to the touch water. Deserted beaches. Crossing mountains in the deepest, wettest green. Walking the wet and foggy streets of downtown San Jose. Head set on. Arrau playing Ludwig, Yo-yo with piano and guitar. In this strange, intoxicating rain. A steady, windless fall, or a light, barely felt cool dampness you can walk in all night. A gentle, caressing night air in foggy mist. Me, and everyone here in el centro's busy streets, all of us, dancing in the rain.

And women, women everywhere, looking, wanting, staring back, with...what?

It's all so perfect...a perfect passion.