Earthquakes are like the Spanish Inquisition, no one expects them!
As I am sure people have heard by now Costa Rica experienced a 6.1 or 6.2 quake yesterday afternoon. The very scary shaker was followed by several hundred (yes hundred) tremors. Some were as strong at 4.0.
Fortunately, Koshka, my parents, the house and Van are fine. Just shaken literally and figuratively. We are lucky. The Vara Blanca area has been hit hard with more deaths than are being reported in the US media. And hundreds of stranded tourists too.
We were at my parent's house finishing lunch when the ground began to grumble and shake. I think everyone assumed it would be a little one. A few seconds in it was obvious this was not the typical Tico temblor.
As the light over the table began to swing like a six year old on a swing we decided to make a break a for it. Everyone except my stepdad who crawled under the table. A decision that still baffles me. He insists it was the safest move. But I can't help but think it is akin to telling passengers of the Titanic "to just stay in their rooms and be calm." I'm just sayin'.
The quake "in action" was caught on TeleTica 7. For the non-Spanish speaking folks, the anchors are telling everyone to be calm. My hats off to these brave perfectly coiffed folk. Even after that not a single hair out of place and even more amazing....they stayed put. I would have yelled "earthquake" followed by a few choice curse words and then ran out of the studio without looking back. Self-preservation and fear are a powerful combination that can give a gal US Olympic track team with steroids speed.
I cannot believe I FINALLY finished a project. And even better I think the final product is adorable. I can't wait for little Gabriel to spit up strained peas and peaches on the Stanley the Stegosaurus.
One of the wonderful things about living in Costa Rica is the unexpected finds. Last week, on my way back from the grocery store in the middle of the afternoon and in the center of town, cars stopped to let a cow cross the street.
The cow walked in front of me and looked at me with it's beautiful brown bulgy eyes and then kept on going. Fortunately, I had my camera. So I have proof that a cow took itself for a walk.
I swear I haven't shaved my head donned a brightly colored robe and now spend my days giving away free hugs at airports. To be honest that doesn't sound too bad, although I would miss my bouncy curls. But think of the money I could save on conditioner alone. I wonder if Anthropologie makes a cute robe perhaps with bright plastic buttons and an embroidery peacock.........hmmmm.
You see why I haven't been blogging?!? Lately I have the attention span of a gnat with tendency to let my mind wander. And not in a good way either. So no knitting has been done. There has been plenty of baking, cooking, traveling and jewelry making (I have the cracked nails and calloused fingers to prove it).
Which leads me to one of my latest thought and slightly brilliant thoughts, a name change! Like Prince becoming a symbol or Octavious dubbing himself Augustus Ceasar. I want something that better reflects where I am today. No, not a phenomenally talented musician or a Roman ruler but just a gal who cooks, crafts and takes a fun trip from to time.
And so I christen the blog, "Craft, Eat, Travel, Sleep.....Repeat."
The corner of Cordoba and Scalibrini
Ortiz in Buenos Aires marks the entrance to knitter nirvana. Here a
knitter can enjoy a soul satisfying afternoon wandering from yarn
store to yarn store. When your reserves get low a quick stop in a
cafe for coffee and a pastry to ensure you have the energy needed to
power on through.
There is something for everyone;
knitters, machine knitters, crocheters, newbies and even people
looking to use yarn with mink bobbles! The variety of fibers,
colors and project ideas is unlike anything I have ever seen.
Nubes has incredible window displays.
The kind that make your mouth water and stoke your creative juices.
Sadly, inside the store a far less satisfying experience awaits you.
The store has loud muscicm poor lighting and even worse customer
service. The clerk seemed bent out of shape that I was interested in
cotton. He was even more upset when I asked for assistance in
calculating the number of skeins needed for a short sleeve cropped
sweater. Customer service in Buenos Aires is normally top notch.
But at Nubes the clerk felt the need to be openly rude. Finally, I
explained that clearly it was my mistake to think that it was his job
to assist me then tossed the skeins at him before walking out. I
don't recommend this store.
If you want a great yarn selection and
incredible customer service check out Yanabey (http://yanabey.com/).
The staff were kind, helpful and had a fantastic sense of humor.
When I sheepishly asked if I could take a picture they said no
problem. Then we had a good laugh when the cashier asked the clerk
weighing the yarn if he needed lip gloss. In the end the clerk
recreated the weighing of yarns.
Yanabey's yarn selection was phenomenal
almost overwhelming. It was three walls of floor to ceiling cubbies
filled with yarn of every color and fiber. The urge to touch was
incredible and so I did. I gently rubbed a few skeins and squeezed
others with the kind of enthusiasm that would have made Mr. Whipple
Eventually, I settled on three skeins
of a nice cotton yarn for a baby blanket for Sarah Joy's soon to be
born bundle of joy. I can't post a pic because she reads my blog and
I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. I also picked out a
breathtakingly gorgeous vegetable silk yarn. I have no idea what
I'll make but I am sure it will be gorgeous.
After three hours of unadulterated
bliss in the yarn district my adventure came to an end.
Instead of catching a cab, my yarn shoppers high propelled me the five kilometers
home. I hope to have chance to do it all again
in the future.