Yesterday we had a long list of errands. We were running out of money and needed to get to a bank. Lauren needs school supplies, Gary needs shaving creme, and we all need a few groceries to get through the weekend. One road led us
to another, and before we knew it, we were on a lonely stretch of beach drinking pineapple juice and considering the state of the world, our errands cast aside.
When we got back to our car, it wouldn’t start. Gary tried all
the tricks he knew, but nothing worked. A few Ticos surfaced, one with a pliers and another with small piece of electrical tape. Together the guys found a fuse that had melted away. Gary stole a fuse from another part of the car and taped
the repair together with the tiny amount of available tape. If we drove carefully, we might make it home.
I held my breath because I’ve found that not breathing really helps in these situations. We rattled our way over the miles of
dirt road. When I finally started recognizing scenery, I realized that we had a chance of making it home before Lauren’s school bus and her first day of surf lessons. It seemed like a close call.