The afternoon started with Apollonia having some ice cream at our favorite Caribbean restaurant.


The wife seemed to be enjoying herself too. But not as much as the kid. I had a nice big bowl of Mondongo (Cow intestine) soup. (No it is not as gross as you might imagine. Actually it is quite delicious. We then headed off to a little walk around Heredia. Starting at the Central Park.

The park was filled with people today. It was a nice, warm afternoon with no sign of rain. I was actually pretty surprised at the quality of the Treo pictures. Not exactly Sony Digital Camera quality, but cool for what I was doing, which was just strolling and snapping.


The park is fronted by the oldest church in Heredia, and it was spectacular. Believe me, these pictures don't nearly do it justice.



We strolled inside and up to the altar in front. While I am not Catholic, I am always moved by seeing people pray, and often look at them wondering what their particular story is...

Are they praying for someone sick? For a lost love? For financial salvation? I quickly but respectfully scan their faces for some clue. It never comes, but I am always impressed at the appearance of total faith, and it moves me.

The other thing that always impresses me about Catholic churches are the altars. They are almost always (At least in big churches), spectacular affairs.

Someone once told me that the goal of the Catholic pulpit was to inspire awe in believers. I can believe this.

I have seen cathedrals all over the world, and no matter how poor the country or town, the church is a place of awe. The ancient cathedral in Heredia is no different.



We continued after the park, just taking a stroll down the narrow streets of Heredia, (one of the town's many charms). Window shopping and dropping in on any place we found interesting.


Apollonia blew the opportunity to get some new shoes, as she went pretty much loco in the payless and started running all over the place and not listening to her mom.
Eventually she required a couple of mommies love taps on the rear end to calm down, but she did.

We left the store and continued our stroll through town, until the wife's feet started hurting, necessitating a quick retreat by taxi, to Casa Anderson.

All in all, it was a pleasant afternoon out with two of my favorite girls. But tell me, what is it with women and shoes? Hehe...

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