Costa Rica

Costa Rica In Puerto Lemon I met a girl, back then there were many girls in Puerto Lemon, only she wasn’t of them, she was the daughter of the harbour master And she had class. I knew the harbour master well and it was at his home I met her. We had dinner, to my dismay it was alcohol- free so many people at the table uncles, and I don’t know and under my deep tan I was in a permanent state of blushing, shyness and timidity have always been my let down. after dinner we walked in the park we held hands and behind us her family. A chaste kiss by the door, shaking hands, I was, I think accepted. And the girl, well, she had beautiful eyes but had the odour of a nunnery and soft- drinks. I hasten to the nearest bar and drank rum & coke, I met a girl there she also had lovely eyes. Someone told the harbour master who didn’t think I was suitable suitor, and his daughter had cried, once again, I had lost a chance to be respectable in Costa Rica.