Scenic La Mina near Rancho Naturalista

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood 

Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood

Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves 

Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace

Let me die in my footsteps 

Before I go down under the ground.

~Bob Dylan

And a “Feeling Old” story from today. I came back from Turrialba with a bad cold or “flu” they call it here. I tried an over-the counter thing that did nothing, so to avoid two visits and long waits at public clinic, I went to my old private doctor, Doctora Candy, who was not in today but her new intern was seeing patients, Dr. Andres Carmana.

He looked like a little boy, one of those young men out of university and medical school who just looks younger than he is (“not yet wet behind the ears”), but really nice and efficient as he explained things to me professionally in English in a very young-sounding voice. Gave me 3 prescriptions. And I almost smiled when he told me “You can just call me Dr. Carmana.” You know you are old when everyone who serves you looks to you like a child.  🙂