This is David. I am still in Costa Rica. Yesterday, I came very close to being ON Costa Rica, as in an elongated, David-colored smear across the otherwise beautiful landscape, but that is a story for when I take up residence again in my own blog. (Although you may wonder exactly which hue "David-colored" is, I would not know what to tell you. Perhaps slightly more tan than it was a week ago. I think "Rob-colored" leans more toward the red family. His smear would have been prettier than mine, in any event.)

I am typing this on a Spanish keyboard. If you have ever seen one, you know that it makes only slightly more sense than the Windows operating system with which I am forced to use it in conjunction. I still have no idea how to get to the "at" sign, although I can see it, plain as day, on the "2" key, along with the double quotation mark. There is a "ñ" where the apostrophe should be, which is fine, because there is an apostrphe where the "-" should be. As I write this, I am making typos left and right. Correcting them is laborious, especially as the space bar on this particular computer seems to have a mind of its own.

Regardless, this only goes to show what I will put up with in order to correspond with you all. I also wanted to mention that, in the case of any future David-colored smears, I bequeath this blog to Alex, whose current efforts I immensely appreciate. (Especially references to The Boyfriend, who used to be my The Boyfriend. My mother adored him, as well, and still asks after him in the context of a certain chocolate rum cake he was famous for producing. Perhaps the secret to his parental appeal was in the rum.)