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Work, Family, and Reflections from San José

New beginnings

San Jose, Costa Rica. Sunset.

My wife is 6 months pregnant. I was beginning to think that this day would never come, but I kept trying, and now I’m here. We are here. I was patient when it came to finding a wife, and she is wonderful. And strikingly gorgeous. We will stay with my dad for 3 months for the birth. I get paternity leave, and doing so will allow us to complete a lot of paperwork.

At The salt mines


Work has been difficult but enjoyable. I’ve been working 10-hour days and actually liking it. It’s in the consular section, so there are always many visas to adjudicate. Every day we receive about 1,000 visa applications, and this is just one embassy in the small country of Costa Rica. It’s like this in every embassy and/or consulate in the world. Everybody is trying to come to the USA, either to immigrate, study, work temporarily, or visit as tourists. And if they are applying for a student, work, or tourist visa, they may actually be trying to immigrate permanently, but they just won’t tell you that at the window. There’s at least a one-year waiting period. We end up denying many visas — at least about 30%. But many people still immigrate illegally.


My wife and I were out in downtown San José. She got her nails done while I walked around people-watching and exploring the shops. When she was done, we met up, and I said, “Let’s go to this supermarket to pay our internet bill.” (the internet option wasn’t working) We were waiting in a long line — just one line for two cashiers — when the girl behind us cut in front of us. She walked up to the counter before I could do anything. So I walked up to her and said, “Go ahead. You can go in front of us, even though we were in front of you.” She replied, explaining why she did it, but I just stared at her and went back to the line. The people behind us supported us and verbally agreed that the woman was wrong.


After we paid and walked out, I still felt bad. Like I was somehow in the wrong, even though I wasn’t. That’s normally why I don’t speak up. I always feel guilty when I point out other people’s bad behavior. Even when I’m in the right. Odd.

Peace Corps Reunion

Unfortunately I was unable to attend my Peace Corps Reunion that happened in New Orleans. There were about 30 of us volunteers that served together in Madagascar and I believe about 15 of us turned out for the reunion. With my wife being pregnant, 7 months pregnant, it just wasn’t the right time to travel. While I was in Madagascar I did lots of filming and made a YT channel. Here’s a link to my Madagascar Youtube channel:

https://www.youtube.com/@alakamisyambohimahamadagas3515

Surgery


I just had surgery on my left knee, which I injured while running in Santos, Brazil, in 2021. I used to run a lot. No matter where I was, I would always find time and a place to run. I loved sprinting up hills repeatedly. I also did box jumps, but eventually all of that caused my meniscus to tear. When it happened, I was running on the sidewalk adjacent to the beach. Even though it hurt, I finished my run. When I tried to walk up the stairs afterward, I realized this wasn’t just a sprain. But back then, I didn’t have the money and couldn’t afford to miss work, so I just lived with it. Now I have health insurance, so I finally pulled the trigger. So far, it feels good.

Instagram of a Miami Beach bar


Down below is a link to an Instagram page I created featuring The Sandbar Lounge Lounge. I worked there from 2014 to 2016. And I was a patron for years before that. It was one of the few neighborhood bars of the northern part of Miami Beach. It was the spot for many locals and people who worked in the industry. While there, I took many photos and posted them to our Facebook page, but the bar closed, and so did the Facebook page. I don’t want the memory of that bar and the community that revolved around it to be forgotten, so I created the page.


It’s funny. I was watching some videos on YouTube and stumbled upon one about a former U.S. ambassador to Bolivia who was also a Cuban spy. He had agreed to become a spy years before joining the State Department, and at the request of the Cuban government, he joined the State Department and served for more than 30 years. He even became the U.S. ambassador to Bolivia, all while working for Cuba to undermine the United States. He was caught in 2024 and sentenced to only 15 years in prison, though he will likely serve less. Meanwhile, other less impactful spies received life imprisonment. I can’t believe I never saw this on the news or heard about it through my job. I only know about it because I accidentally found it on YouTube.

@ El Rey


Conclusion:

Somehow all of these moments — work, pain, conflict, memories, and new beginnings — now feel tied together into one strange chapter of life.

Costa Rica, the beginning

My neighborhood.

People, it’s been a while since I’ve done any updating. I’m now in Costa Rica. Been here for about 7 months. This city isn’t small but it has the feel of a small city. There’s not many skyscrapers or wide boulevards. It’s like the main structure of the city layout and character hasn’t changed in decades. Kinda dirty. Lot’s of vegetatation, especially adjecent to the 4 rivers that cross the city.  While driving , one doesn’t actually see the rivers because they lay below the city. You could say that the city sits on a mesa above the rivers. Yet away from the rivers, there are many streets with no trees and with a hodge podge of types of cement of various levels that make up the sidewalks.  

But the job is enjoyable. This is a whole new world. It’s nothing like any job I’ve had. Well, the closest is working for the military overseas. There’s lots of benefits but lots of restrictions. Unfortunately, I haven’t got into the Costa Rican society. Yet, I have gone out a few times and had a few beers and talked with locals. I went on a date. I’m trying to make Costa Rican friends, but not trying hard enough due to I like being alone and I find it difficult to initiate conversations with strangers. I haven’t always been like this. It wasn’t my plan to become the person I’ve become.    

Noticias: I bought a car. I haven’t owned a car since 2003. For the first time in my life, I feel like I have all my ducks in a row. Apt, job, free time, health, car, disposable income….all checked. I have a wonderful balcony where I am king. And nobody can see me, well, without binoculars. Drinking only on weekends and no smoking. I miss the happiness and moments of ‘zen’ that smoking gives me, but it does have negative physiological effects that have become increasingly annoying. 

Roadtrip: 

I’m out of the city for the first time. I’m traveling with an old friend, Richard, to a small touristy town called La Fortuna next to a volcano, Arenal. The town attracts tourists because of the hot springs in addition to the volcano. This place is fairly warm, tropical, humid, love it. Richard has had trouble with drinking before and now he’s on a bender. I’m not drinking and he’s pissing me off but he’s a good friend so I tolerate it. 

The first night he was here, in San Jose, we celebrated and drank a lot, which resulted in me enthusiastically opening the front glass door to the apartment building lobby and broke it, which could have gotten me into hot water. Fortunately, nobody said anything more.

San Jose can be chilly. It’s higher up elevation, much like Medellin, eternal spring. But I miss, and prefer, the hot humid climate of Miami.  

People at work are worried about what the Trump administration is doing. Cutting government waste and therefore people are going to lose their jobs. I’m cool with it. If I lose my job, I go back to where I was, which wasn’t bad.

Conclusion: It’s never too late in life to start a new job or live in a new place. 

I went to a cocktail party hosted by the Italian Embassy. I willed myself to talk to others. I talked to the Italian Ambassador and to a retired artist, retired doctor, and many others. It was a hit. Also, as I was waiting for the event to begin, I saw a young woman looking at some historical items on display so I approached her and acted as if I was a tour guide at the Library. I was upbeat and friendly and consequently she responded positively, and we had an enjoyable conversation. Playing make-believe in an imaginary situation. Conversation ended. I didn’t ask for a phone number, perhaps could have acquired it. I just wanted to talk to someone, and conversation in Spanish is an awesome plus, too.

Social commentary: 

At work my co-workers annoy me but I don’t say anything. Is that wrong? They think I’m a nice guy, but I’m not, I’m just holding my tongue. Is this a proper way to behave? I’m not sure. I have to work with these people, so if I’m honest and piss them off then I have to go back to work and face them. Perhaps I’ll be honest with them, but in the past that has ended badly, so now I’m gun shy about being honest. 

Secret of success:

People talk about how to get ahead, like what we NEED is a good education, money, or friends in high places, but I present something people don’t talk about but is very helpful to success: DELAYED GRATIFICATION. What is it? The ability and/or willingness to postpone immediate pleasure for a bigger prize in the future, sometimes a distant future. 

What are the benefits of delayed gratification? A better and more rewarding education that leads to a good career. A job that pays more. More money in the bank account. A rewarding retirement plan. A long marriage. A marriage that is happy and fulfilling and therefore a happy family with children who are confident. To make a long story short, delayed gratification leads to a higher standard of living. 

Years ago I read about a study that was done, a human experiment. In a room was placed a table, two chairs, and on the table a sweet, a candy bar I think. In one chair sat a child and in the other side of the table sat an adult who was a member of the experiment team. The adult told the child that he would leave the room and the child could eat the sweet but if the child waited the adult would bring back an even better sweet. The adult stayed out of the room for a bit and the child found themselves in a difficult situation, no? Some ate the sweet and others resisted temptation. They repeated the experiment with many children. And then the Experiment Team followed the lives of the children until adulthood. As you can guess, the ones who resisted temptation had better academic success and more success as adults. 

So this leads me to the question: can delayed gratification be taught or is it innate? Both, some people are born with this ability and some need to be taught and some unfortunately, will never master it. 

Today in our society we shouldn’t just teach traditional education but also teach delayed gratification: HOW to do it and WHY it’s important. 

Until the next report, my friends. I’ve got news brewing.