"There goes the baker..."

Every morning as I pass the same ox-cart carrying milk to the cheese factory and notice that Hotel Colonial has the same special for dinner posted (chicken, in case you're wondering), I can't help but think of the opening song from Disney's "Beauty and the Beast":
There goes the baker with his bread tray, always the same old bread and rolls to sell.
Every morning just the same,
since the morning that we came,
to this poor, provincial town..."

Of course, Monteverde is not poor, although certainly provincial, and I do not yet find the life here tedious, rather charming and comforting. There is a surprising amount to do here too- tonight is the music and poetry festival at a local bar/performance space. There will be Costan Rican poets, a visiting poet from South Korea, and music by some of my students!

On an unrelated note, the rainy season is upon us. The mornings are clear, hot, and sunny and then the rain pours and pours in the afternoon. We've already had a healthy dose of real thunderstorms. Of course, this means that the scorpion count is down. I have no idea why, I can only hope that they've drowned. I'm so cruel.