Not A Wind Fan

I have always known this about myself, but the past six days have certainly confirmed that I really don't like the wind.

It is especially annoying when it seems to blowing non-stop as it has been here since I arrived last week.

A Wind Range

Liberia seems to be in the middle of a wind range coming ashore from the Pacific blasting through the town and racing towards the mountains.

Most of houses I saw in Liberia had iron bars on the outer walls and solid walls with glass windows further inside, surrounding the living area.

The bars allow more air to pass through than would be the case with solid walls. But like solid walls the bars kept unwanted guests outside.

Theoretically, the windows are opened to create a 'cooling breeze'.

In Liberia, the cooling breeze' was more like a gale force wind. With the windows open, the house was like a wind tunnel.

The alternative was to keep the windows closed to keep the winds out and the heat in.

In my case I chose BREEZY over heat so kept the windows open when I worked during the daytime at Max's place.

When he left for work in the morning Max locked the iron gate. But he never left me a key... so I felt like a prisoner in a wind tunnel.

Broken Windows & Keys

Here at the place where I am staying in San Jose, the only iron bars in evidence are on the security gate which a seemingly friendly guard dutifully opens for any arriving or departing guests.

Leo's condo is on the seventh floor and has an absolutely amazing view of San Jose. It is high enough to attract the maximum amount of wind that whistles up the hill from who knows where.

It seems that during the dry season, gusty winds are normal.

Last night Leo told me that a couple of years ago, the force of the wind shattered the wall size window in one of the bedrooms and blew broken window glass all over the room.

The same thing has happened in other units as well. Yikes!

Leo likes the windows closed, so here I work, alone in his 2200 square metre condo...surrounded by closed glass windows with fabulous views all round.

Leo was kind enough to give me keys to the front door and to his condo...but I broke the key to the front door in the lock yesterday.

Since then and until the broken key is removed from the lock, every one has had to call security to open the front door of the building.

Not sure I want to see the security guys when I go out today. But I have to go out...Leo doesn't have Internet access.

Leo has a very nice place...but having been a virtual prisoner in Liberia, I don't want to re-experience confinement here in San Jose.

PS

This just in...just received an email from Megan which advises me:

"Just wanted to let you know, Helen (her 20-month old daughter/my grandaughter) has a new word.

Da-pa.

Which she says when she points to a picture of you."

Bueno...gracias Helen & Megan :)