Canoa Grows on You...

Originally, Canoa was a very depressing place. Our hotel is the Sundown Inn and is generally refered to as the Letdown. I wasn´t really sure I wanted to stay here at all. Slowly I am changing my mind.

First, the town and hotel sort of grow on you. You get used to the shower that is either scalding hot or freezing cold. Eventually you figure out that it takes six turns of the hot water handled and one-third of a turn of the cold to get an okay shower. You get used to the mattress that is only 2 inches thick. (Actually, you never get used to it. You steal a thicker, nicer mattress from the room next door.) Besides, the language instruction is pretty good and the family that owns the place is nice.

In the end, Canoa sort of becomes like a bad soap opera. I am talking Twin Peaks bad. For example, a few days ago a water pipe burst in the main dining room/class room. No one saw any need to turn off the water (except the 2 Americans and 2 Canadians that make up the entire paying population). The plumber has been out three times and still hasn´t fixed the problem. Every day we wonder if today is the day the pipe is repaired. No. Today is the day we put a pots under the drips.

Or yesterday for example. Drew and I were sitting on our patio looking at the ocean when two hundred cattle and four horses walked by on the beach. You can imagine what that many cows did the beach. It is a disgusting mess, and all this happened the day before a national holiday when everyone heads to the beach.

So I think we will stay for a while just to see what happens next. Besides I am down two games of Pescadar (Go Fish) to a six year old.