Comma Dot Comma

I’ve been downgraded to a tropical depression

OUr complimentary breakfast was self-serve rice and beans, fruit, and bread out of tupperwares, onto none-too-clean plates. We dutifully ate a bit and escaped into town to explore the mercado centrale, a maze-like collection of booths selling everything from natural medicines to cheap Chinese imports. From there we hit a local art gallery where the proprietor failed to convince us that it was worth it to spend $800 on an undiscovered artist that we liked, and the jade museum, a dimly lit space full of pre-columbian carved stone. There was so much jade that after awhile we stopped feeling interested and impressed by each new example of a stool or piece of jewelry. Ho-hum, another giant carved monkey person. Then it was time to check out and leave San Jose for the car rental place and the airport, maybe 15 kilometers away. We allowed ourselves plenty of time to get lost finding our way out of the suburbs, and we needed it. At one multi-lane, five-way intersection the conversation got a little heated,but we made it out with marriage, good spirits, and navigational orientation intact. The sky was appropriately gloomy as we got in line at the airport, what was surely several days if not weeks too early. Ah, well, what can you do?