· We arrived at the bank the other day as the armed couriers were leaving with the depository’s weekly stash of cash. They wore bullet-proof vests, rode motorcycles, and carried sawed-off shotguns.
· When we are invited to locals’ homes for dinner, we are served but Wilder is not (we share with him from our plates), and the hosts never eat with us. Whether they eat before or after, we do not know. And when we eat in restaurants, Wilder is almost always served last. In a country where children are revered, we’re not sure why this is.
· The oddest things are found in the oddest places: we rent pirated DVDs from the auto parts store, procure legal stamps from the gas station, and buy car tires from the home applicance store.
· The postal service is not only reliable, but resourceful. When we weren’t home to accept our packages a couple of weeks ago, they delivered them to our friends in town. And the other day, as we sat in our car next to the park in town, the postal worker zoomed up on the back of a motorcyle and personally handed us our mail through the car window.
· We have yet to see a library or a bookstore. (Sniff.)
· We had to chuckle at the Best Western restaurant in Liberia when we ordered a very cheap bottle of Chilean wine and got the royal tasting treatment when it was served at our table. I did my best Sonoma County imitation of sniffing and sipping before acquiescing to the mediocre (but much appreciated) $7 bottle of Cabernet. Suffice it to say that it was much better alone than it was with the $13 plate of half-cooked shrimp we received.
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