COSTA . . . WHERE???

The BRD and her Beau Jack, AKA The Travelin' Man, have been at it yet again, Gentle Readers.

They're back at home now but only after a mega-hour return from their latest vacation.

No, it's not Shangri La, it only looks that way.

This journey was to the jungle-ly region of Costa Rica.

I can't even tell you where it was, except that it was in the mountains and it was green, very green.

They do look like they belong there, don't they?

As do these natives.

I'm not sure what was going on in that last picture but I fear for the one that (didn't) follow it.

The natural surroundings were breath-taking.

But you know Americans.

They have to leave their mark on the planet.

That's Jack's son on the left.

A large group ford a river, sort of.

And then, the BRD prepares to ease into a mud-bog.

The Beau Jack, however, is not one to "ease" his way through life.

Or mud bogs.

Which may explain this next picture.

Oh, yes, that's him . . . in the rinse cycle.

There were quieter times, or at least dining times.

(You knew I'd actually get around to food, didn't you?)

Jeremy, Marina, Gayle (and a CAT) at a restaurant that the BRD said served the absolute best barbecue she'd ever had . . . and she spent a lot of years eating it in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

I'm not sure what this was but it's pretty, isn't it?

And, speaking of that . . .

Looks like it was a great vacation!