Day 61: No pool for us.

A coati. Similar to a raccoon. Found anywhere there's food.

The pool was supposed to be completed and ready for a swim yesterday. Seeing as it looks no different than the picture that was posted a month ago, we won’t waste the space posting another one. There has been very little progress made. After talking to our landlord, he informed me that his employee called him and said the weather had been bad for several weeks and he couldn’t work. We’ve lived here for a month and I’ve seen him a total of five times. Sure it rained for a while, but 25 days? No way. I kept my mouth shut though.


Our landlord, Gary, is a talkative surfer dude in his mid-forties who lives someplace in Costa Rica with his Tica wife and baby. He told me he was going to be starting the deck and tiling for the pool while he was here for a week but after several days of lounging on the hammock, I think he really just came to collect rent, catch a few waves and take a break from life. Other than a few pieces of wood tossed next to the pool, there’s no sign of any type of deck being built or any tile laid.

Mike was proud of his electricity monitoring skills when Gary congratulated us on having a power bill half as much as a normal one. He didn’t know how we did it but we must really be conserving electricity somehow. Here’s the trick - after Matt or I leave a room Mike walks checks it to make sure we’ve turned off the fan and light. If he goes upstairs after one of us has come down and we hear our name called out, we know we left something on. We’ve nicknamed him the Light Nazi.

I’ve resigned to the fact that we won’t be swimming steps from our house. Now I’m working on convincing Mike and Matt to go to a breakfast buffet at the resort next to us. I could care less about the eggs…they let you use their in ground pool after you eat for as long as you want. That’s my kind of breakfast.