The tortoise is gone...

That's right. We are now a tortoise-less family. One might question our attachment to the turtle, after all, we didn't really have a name for him. However, I feel he was an important part of the team. And, technically, he did have a name. Micah gave him some random, Spanish-sounding, name, that he couldn't really remember, so it kind of kept on changing.

But he was our turtle, after all. I'm going to miss the little fella. I'm going to miss going in to check on him only to find him on top of his log. (I never did figure out how he got up there.) I'm going to miss watching him eat his salad of mixed greens.

Okay, not really. I won't miss him. I'm rather glad he's gone, to be honest. You see, he was Micah's turtle but I did all the caring for him. Micah would feed him, if prompted. To be honest, I think it was probably my desire for the kids to take more responsibility for the turtle that led to his disappearance.

The kids were playing in the back yard on a beautiful, sunny day, so I suggested they take the turtle outside for a little fresh air and a chance to nibble on some grass. I was outside with them when the turtle came out, but had to go inside to do something. My last words to the children were very specific, "If you guys are going to keep the turtle out here, you have to keep a close eye on him or you will lose him."

Approximately five minutes later I heard a loud dialogue between the two, "You were supposed to be watching him!" "No, you said you were watching him." "Well START LOOKING!"

I went outside to find the kids shuffling around the yard looking down at the grass.

"You guys lost the turtle, didn't you?"

"Zoey lost it!"

"No, Micah, you said you were watching it!"

So that was the end of the turtle. We walked around our yard, our neighbor's yards, even down the alley a bit. He was gone. Just like that. He got one taste of the great outdoors and decided he would just take off on his own.

I'm not worried about his survival. He's pretty hearty. He comes from Kazakhstan. He also eats greens and has the ability to burrow down into the ground when he gets too cold. So I think he could probably live for years in the Ohio climate. He's probably been plotting his escape ever since we got him.

I guess the lesson to be learned is that turtles can move surprisingly fast. And they seem to be fairly determined when they have a goal.

And now I don't have to worry about scooping turtle turd out of the habitat.

More CR pictures have been added!

I've added some more photos from CR. This set is mostly pictures of the kids. You can access them at http://weilfamilyfun.photoblog.com. Enjoy!

Mildly inconvenient differences - but not irreconcileable

There's something so rejuvenating and refreshing about travelling outside of the US. I'm not talking here about travelling to some resort in Cancun, or the Bahamas, or even up to Niagara Falls. But really getting away from the familiarity of our country and all of it's conveniences.

When we left the US for Costa Rica (after, literally, years of hopeful planning) I was a mess of mixed feelings. Excitement to explore and experience a new environment was at the top of the list. But these feelings we very closely followed by anxiety and fear of the unknown. After all, it had been 10 years since my last trip outside of the US borders, and that was to Grand Cayman for a week of SCUBA diving - hardly a stretch out of my cultural-comfort-zone.

The first day of travel to and within CR certainly fulfilled all of my anxious worries. The slow, winding mountain roads, rain, darkness, near-death-experiences on narrow bridges (see my earlier entry)... But on Day #2, when we awoke at daybreak, I had entered a new world. The torrential rainfall had been replaced by blue skies with billowy, white clouds. At 5:15am (daybreak when you're at 9 degrees N latitude), I opened all the doors and windows of our home and discovered beauty. It was pleasantly cool, yet at the same time warm. There was no need for a sweater, and the kids were more than ready to take a plunge in the pool. We cut up a plate of fresh, tropical fruit and brewed a pot of the best coffee I have ever tasted. And then we sat on our deck and looked out to the world below and beyond. And it was breathtaking.

At the same time, as we settled into our house, I realized the differences between this new, temporary home and the one to which we've become accustomed in Columbus. Screens have very little practical value in Costa Rica and because of this, they are not on many of the window. This allows the world to come into you. Our house was inhabited by many geckos who frequently reminded us of their presence through a magnificent chirping sound. At night hundreds of June bugs would dance around our lights, frequently finding themselves disoriented and plummeting to the floor. In the morning I swept all of these fallen soldiers into a dustpan and deposited them into our yard. I am sure that during the early hours of the following evening they revived themselves to repeat the process. There were many other bugs as well - moths the size of small birds and many strange flying insects wiht rather ominous looks. Surprisingly, there were very few mosquitoes (thank GOD!)

In the town we adjusted to the chaos and unfamiliarity. There were signs everywhere on the storefronts. Confusing, almost-handmade, and fairly well-concealed signs. We had been given directions to the "SuperMas" grocery store and circled the town three times before realizing we had passed it (three times.) Parking was chaotic as well,. Assistance was provided by a local, donning a neon vest, who randomly waved directions as Dave pulled into an open spot. He also waited patiently outside the car to receive payment for his services.

We had to buy milk off the shelf rather than from the fridge. There was no butter, only "butter" - a strange, golden, oily concoction. But it did the trick and worked for the week. We had to throw toilet paper in the trash can, an adjustment Zoey never made. Down the hill from our house there were roosters. Many roosters. I was always under the impression that roosters only crowed at dawn. These roosters enjoyed talking to one another about every hour throughout the night. They were more like coo-coo-roosters.

Every day when we drove to Manuel Antonio National Park we were greeted at the entrance by very official-looking men wanting to stop our cars and give us directions. On the first day we stopped and listed to their schpiel about how we needed to get a tour guide to give us the "ultimate experience" with a guarantee of seeing 99% of the animals possible. We quickly learned to decline these offers and by Day #3, Dave was able to confidently roll down the car window and say, "Hey, we've been here before and we know where we're going to park." (In Spanish, too!)

And then there was the guy on the beach who was selling COOL COCONUT WUATER (see picture.)

I'm not complaining.

I enjoyed all of these differences (except the "butter".) There were too many things about Costa Rica to love. We just couldn't get our undies in a bundle over a couple of inconvenient differences. The kids didn't complain once about any of the adjustments. To work around the bug's schedule, we went to bed every night by 8:30, and woke at 5:15 - it was glorious! We adjusted our plans and schedules to accommodate the differences we encountered.

And, now that I'm home, I am excited for another opportunity to do it again. I don't intend to wait 10 years before I put myself in such a state of unknown. The anxiety this provoked was a good anxiety. I had to overcome a very real and tangible fear about how we would do.

And we survived.

The first day we got back to the US, when Zoey went to use the bathroom, she came out and said, "Mommy, I accidentally threw the toilet paper into the trashcan." If we'd only stayed there an extra day, she would have probably figured it out!

Want to see some pictures of Costa Rica?

I have started a photoblog. I'm slowly moving some CR pictures, and will add others - both of our trip, and just of fun, general, things in life.

Check it out at http://weilfamilyfun.photoblog.com.

COSTA RICA!

The adventures and travails of the Weil Family Part Uno - Costa Rica, April 2007

Day #1 - Arrival in San Jose, car rental, driving through winding, winding, mountainous roads behind slow-moving, belching trucks. We got a glimpse of the ocean before sundown, but did not arrive at our destination until dark. That's right, the guidebooks suggested against driving in the dark, but we did it anyway. And then it started raining. The roads were bad - potholed, no dividing lines or edge lines, no reflectors or street lights. There were also many pedestrians and bicycles sharing the road. Interesting, to say the least. There were the bridges that were used by the banana plantation trucks - rusty, narrow, pocked with holes, completely undependable looking, but our only choice. I shut my eyes while Dave slowly maneuvered over the bridge. Oh, and then there were the Mack trucks that, in the rain, didn't turn off their high beams - blinding!

But finally we made it to our little home atop a mountain, overlooking the town of Quepos with a view in the distance of the Pacific Ocean. To the rear of our house we could look out onto the mountains. Just beautiful!

Here's our house:

Exciting news! Not only is today my (Susan's) birthday, but it is the day that will go down in history as the day Zoey lost her first tooth! (Maybe an excitement only moms care about, but who cares? This is my blog, after all!) Anyway, it was so loose it appeared to be practically dangling off of her lip. When I picked her up from school, her teacher convinced her to let her try to yank it out, which she did with no dramatics at all! A sale to the tooth fairy is being contemplated at this time. If anybody wants to try to outbid her, feel free to post a comment!

Our cute kids

Now we're bloggin!

So even though Dave just turned 40 and he's hesitant to become "computer literate", I think his infection is growing stronger every day. Just this past weekend we was buying books on Amazon and claimed, "Hey, that was really easy. What else do I need?"

Anyway, it seemed time to start a blog. And, with all the adventures I'm sure we're to have, I thought it would be a good way to share news with our "inner circle." I hope to utilize our blog to share photos and stories from our trip to Costa Rica in April. For now, I might just share stories about my excitement over the upcoming trip to CR.

So, there it is. Our initial blog.

What do you think?