Fun in BFE, Costa Rica

Here in Ciudad Colon BFE, Costa Rica, we have lots of fun. Take last weekend, for example. We had a festival. Hooray. One of the most annoying things about this town is its obsession with fireworks for any celebration -- yearly festival, Easter, your grandma's birthday, my ex-sister in-law's brother's daughter's christening, you name it. We had fireworks every night since Friday. Oh, the fun never ends! Since we now live about five blocks from festival central (which is not as close as Amy, who lives basically right across the street from it), we thought this year, if ya can't beat 'em, join 'em. So we went over and dragged Amy and John out for a beer/Coke, because, you know, misery loves company and all that. Here is a photo I took of the "entertainment":



It's too bad this camera doesn't have sound on the video, because I could have shot a really nice one and uploaded it to YouTube for y'all. Anyway, the guy is doing karaoke to some rancheras and songs of that ilk. Frighteningly enough, esposo knows the words to most of these songs. Yep, that's what we do for fun around here.

The next day, there was a big tope, which is a horse parade where basically everyone gets drunk and rides their horses through the (main) street. This is enjoyable if you are a) under five or b) drunk on the back of a horse. Or c) just plain drunk. Amy attempted to drive to Santa Ana, which is normally a five-minute drive, and got stuck behind the tope for two and a half hours. While she was sitting behind grandmas getting drunk in the back of pickup trucks, we were at the house being buzzed by a low-flying helicopter -- so low, in fact, that my windows shook when it went by (which it did at least five or six times). Amy later told me it was a Red Cross helicopter. WTF? Seemed more like the L.A. police chasing someone down.

You know you want to live here. So badly.

P.S. If you don't know what BFE means, you probably did not grow up in the sticks like I did. The link will explain it all. Esposo and I adore his hometown of Poas so much that we lovingly refer to it as BFP. There are many fun things to do there, too.

P.P.S. Here is a ranchera for your listening/viewing pleasure. I found the most palatable song I could. I could possibly do karaoke to this one after many, many beers: