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It appears we are now to be joined for a couple days in Samara by Rob’s mom, Jeannette and her sister Wanda. Odd indeed. Not the company, oh no, but the idea of us all traipsing down to Playa Samara. The notion of renting a car in Liberia and driving down the Nicoya Peninnsula. At least I think the geographic area is thusly named. Hell, I’m wearing out my Google Earth account just trying to figure out where in the hell we are going.

Why is the hardest part of this journey about the dogs? Because they’re just animals who depend on us 24/7, I suppose. We’re double-fencing the backyard, reinforcing all the gates, blocking entrance to the front porch so they can’t get out to the street. Ruth will be fine. It’s the dogs…

Passports? Check
Plane tickets? ordering tonight
Car rental? reserving tonight
Hepatitis A vaccine? check
Chloroquine? check (just in case)
Epidural Spinal Injections? 1 out of 3 completed
Steroid injections for torn rotator cuffs? check
Reefs, Keens or Tevas? yet to be purchased