Puddlettes

We said our tearful goodbyes to Panama and its puddles and walked across a dilapidated bridge into Costa Rica. A water taxi and four buses later and we arrived in Manzanillo, Costa Rica. We stood at the bus stop for about 30 seconds looking lost before an old man offered us a room. It was decent and decently priced so we took it. (The next day the old man cat-called us and asked where we were staying so we are thinking that he may have been a little intoxicated when he sold us the room.) Manzanillo is itty-bitty and at the end of a long dirt road. It is still relatively untouched by tourists and offered gorgeous beaches and not much else. Oh... except puddlettes.

"Puddlette" is a new addition to the UnMission vocabulary which describes very, very, way-too young puddles. (See previous post for description of "puddle.") We were invited to a party by a puddlette early Friday morning. I assumed it was a passing invitation, but as we ran into said puddlette throughout the day he giggled and asked us repeatedly if we were still going to the party. We went to dinner that night at a, scratch that, the bar/restaurant in town, where puddlette happens to work. He again reminded us about said party. We decided there was really nothing good that would come of us attending this party. This thought was confirmed when he told us that it was just outside of town. hmmmm.... better pass.

So the evening ended with us telling puddlette that we needed to go to our room first. When he came by to pick us up, we threw a comforter over the window, turned off the lights and pretended we weren't home. The next morning we hopped on the first bus out of town and made a clean getaway. Unknowingly, the unmission has stumbled upon moral standards. Whodathunk?