Ah, the tale of Lisa’s balls is one that should not be forgotten, as it plays out as a metaphor for all we attempt to do. We have all heard the statement, ¨One man’s trash is another’s treasure.¨ Well sometimes people don’t know what they really want or need until it you thrust it upon them… and that’s just what happened with Lisa’s squeaky balls.
Imagine if you will three fairly unassuming rubber balls with squeaky toy inserts that came into Lisa’s possession after a trip to the now famed Auto Mercado to replace some inadequate golf balls used for juggling. Juggling comes in many forms for us all: work, play, love, life… and these newly acquired rubber balls fit the bill for Lisa’s figurative and literal needs. But, oh, the story doesn’t end there.
As we savored our time at La Colina, the balls found a new purpose in the hands of our friends Ken, Duffy and later Mario and the boys from Milwaukee. Yes, in a pinch a handful of rubber balls makes for hours of fun, fun, fun. As I attempted to explain to anyone within earshot, the sounds issuing forth from the pool ¨slap, swoosh, slap, swoosh¨ were music to our ears of the fun enjoyed by all. This is but a small moment in our adventures, one that may seem a tame remembrance in the memoirs I have added for all to 
read, but as I stated before, the story of the balls is one that speaks of what life in Costa Rica can really become… as charming and simple, relaxed and poignant as moments drift by into incredible memories. To paraphrase The Bard a bit for my own end: ¨If Rubber balls be food of life, Play on, boys! Play on!¨
read, but as I stated before, the story of the balls is one that speaks of what life in Costa Rica can really become… as charming and simple, relaxed and poignant as moments drift by into incredible memories. To paraphrase The Bard a bit for my own end: ¨If Rubber balls be food of life, Play on, boys! Play on!¨
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