ChiropractorDuring the farewell party for my neighbor the other day, one of the women was talking about a visit she was going to make to the chiropractor. Ooh, you know I'm always up tor that! She said they were all full, oh well. But then at the last minute, they had and open spot so she called me to see if I wanted to go. Great! So nice of her to remember me.
So it turns out we are going there by boat (they have a boat - like about a 25-30 foot fishing boat). Where is this place we're going!? Lobster Island? Wait, I've been there before. We stopped there for lunch the day we took the boat out snorkeling (pre-covid). Why on earth would be going to this tiny little makeshift sort of island / restaurant to go to a chiropractor?! LOL Adventure!
See Playa Puntarenitas, Have Lunch Off the Beaten Path in Costa Rica to see where we went.
It seems this chiropractor lives on a sailboat just across the channel from Lobster Island, on Playa Cacao. Of course he does. Why didn't I think of that. He is a bit older and used to live in the states. He practices some special sort of chiropractic study that only a few people know how to do. I think he learned it in Hawaii? It's called Network Chiropractic.
So anyway, we all sit down at a big wooden table in the sand-floored restaurant, order a round of beers and some food and get called by the doc one by one. The queen went first (as she should), then I was somewhere soon thereafter. He talked to me a bit and I described my chronic back issues. Okay, he seemed to think he could help.
I lay there, trying not to be skeptical of this new form of wispy barely-touching practice. I really do believe in stuff like this, but I'm also a big fan of "rough" chiropractic. Crack the heck out of me! Dig into those muscles and make it hurt! So I lay there actively not being skeptical, and um, I actually felt things start to move - from him simply making "suggestions" to my body of where it needed to realign. Trippy.
IsabelAfter eating a great lunch at the sand-floor waterfront restaurant, I plopped down on the sofa (the hammocks were sadly all taken), and met a wonderful woman who lives over on the opposite beach. She's a little older and has ties on Playa Zancudo. She used to be a Spanish/English teacher so we could speak in either language and she was thankfully very forgiving with my less-than-perfect Spanish. She also called me out on a being a little lazy with my Spanish. LOL She said without lessons, you get used to utilizing the few words you know, because you can get by with them, without ever improving much.
What an interesting person she is! The stories she had about when she decided to learn how to make boats - yes boats. Despite it being a man's job, she did it! And eventually even taught a local boy how to do it, and he now does it professionally! Very cool. I could listen to her for hours.
She thinks it's so nice that the gringos have each other. She said you are not alone then, you have a group. You can talk about common things like food from our country. What a nice view she has of it. And it's true. I'm not alone. I am here alone. I'm doing it. But I don't feel alone at all. In face, I feel so NOT alone, that it's actually giving me more confidence and a more hopeful outlook on what my future might look like Maybe that sounds a bit too deep but I'm going through a lot of changes right now. There's so much unknown venturing out on my own starting and entirely new life.