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I like how different areas have themed street names. My neighborhood is a collection of places around the world - except for one that sound like a girl’s name -Sue. Ok, well actually I just learned Sue is a city in Japan. So they are all places. Others areas or neighborhoods have street names inspired by literature, art and music, things found in nature and historic landmarks, local people and Presidents of the United States. And then you have the part of town which you can always tell has been around for a while because of the boring letter/number street names. I guess that’s why we have such interesting street names everywhere else – you can’t exactly make up more letters to the alphabet, but you could just keep using increasingly larger numbers … no, then it just starts to look like the address number. That could get a little tricky, but then I suppose you could just (wait for it) spell out the number! But remember – the number 40 is spelled f-o-r-t-y. Here’s a theme I’d like to see: the English translation to Native American names. By the way, I mean absolutely no disrespect to the Native Americans. I just think the longer names would be a little comical when addressing an envelope. No? I mean how do you keep these centered?
Beautiful Badger Going Over the Hill Avenue
Spider Woman at Middle-Age Lane
Singing Chicken Hawk That Soars Parkway
Where the Wind Blows Down the Gap Highway
Yellow Jacket Nest Rising Out Of the Ground Boulevard
Soaring Turkey Vulture Plaza
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This reminds me of the first time I went to Costa Rica with Elle and her family. (Sidenote: if you have not been, you MUST go! No, really, you have to go. I’m passing a law that makes it illegal not to go visit Costa Rica at least once. Ok, fine, just kidding on making a law, but seriously you just need to go. How awesome of a law would that be? By the power vested in me, by the States of Texas and Magoo, I demand each citizen take a trip to Costa Rica. It is absolutely beautiful, the people are friendly and there’s so much to do. Pura Vida! Ok, back to the original P.T.) After getting our rental car, we went to the leasing office for the condo in Coco and asked for directions on how to get to there. When we asked for street names, she just kind of gave us one of those blank stares and said, “Oh, no, there are no street names here.” I think we ended up getting there by way of landmarks and a hand drawn map … I can’t even remember because I was enamored with the place. But by the end of day two, Elle and I had our own street names for the place because we were trying to figure out how one would send mail to someone in Costa Rica. The “major” highways in Costa Rica have names, but once you get into the smaller towns like Playa del Coco, it would go something a little like this:
Condo A with Ninja Courtyard Pass the 2 groceries, make left turn before all the restaurants and shops, swerve over to avoid hitting stray dogs and quickly approaching oncoming traffic, wave at the man who owns the watermelon fruit stand with the roosters, say “what’s up?” to Shorty – the cute stray puppy you named because he’s adorable and you see him in the same area every time you drive by, veer left at the bird houses, no wait, those are water and/or electric meters that look like bird houses so they stay dry in the rainy season, continue down road with pretty flowers, squeeze the cheeks a little as you force a smile and nervously wave at the gatekeeper holding the gun, make sharp U-turn (so really, it’s more like a V-turn) and start the uphill roller coaster ride through the big flowery bushes, immediate steep turn-of-death number one, continue up one lane road on hill, admire pretty houses on the right, continue around the bend and look out across the bay at the three big rock forms out in the water that you take 50 pictures of, pass the road to nowhere on your left, make final curve around bend, and attempt a very precise three-point-turn-of-death up the steep driveway in your standard vehicle, Coco, (pregnant pause) Costa Rica.
Pull up “Father Rooster’s” in Costa Rica on Google Maps. This is a restaurant right on the beach that we frequented. The address?
Costa Rica
2670 1246
One of the hotels on the main street in Coco?
A 4km De Playa Del Coco
Puerto Coyolar, Costa Rica
2697 1515
It literally means 4 kilometers from Coco Beach. How freakin’ awesome is that? I’m pretty sure I could get used to no street names if I lived 4km from Coco Beach. There’s just one of everything and you just know where it is – Costa Rica.
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