We had so much fun last night. It was simple fun, but it was pure and life is good.
Here in Atenas, we have a restaurant called La Terraza. It's run by two local guys, Wilber and Omer. They are nice enough and trying really hard to be a part of the community. And we've been there often enough that they know us by name. [Katy is a hard name to say in Spanish -- and the only Katy that these guys know is the singer Katy Perry -- so every time we come in they shout out "hola Katy Perry."] So far, they haven't quite been making a go of it, but they are working at it.
Another thing we have here in Atenas is a local band called Flashback. These are all retired musicians who've moved here from the States (or in one case Holland) where they were very good. The drummer played on a couple of Michael Jackson's albums. The keyboardist was a session musician in Nashville. And so on.
Their audience is the local Atenas retired Gringo crowd. They play oldies, like "Peacful Easy Feeling" and more recent stuff like "All About the Bass." And they play really well. The crowd is filled with people of a certain age who still like to dance -- but also prefer their concert to start at 5 PM on a Saturday (like it did last night) so that they can be home and in bed by 9 PM.
And that's the joy of it. Last night Flashback played at La Terraza. The owners had a great night and made a mint. The band played and we danced and danced and danced. Drank wine and had pizza. Ran into a half-dozen of our neighbors and said "hi" to those we hadn't seen in a while and ... just listened to great rock and roll, with the entire crowd signing along.
Was it great art? Nah. Was it the best food we've ever had? Totally not. But in truth it was one of the most enjoyable evenings we've had in a long while. Music, dancing, drinking, food, and friends. What more can you ask for. Life is good.
Sunday, July 7, 2019
Friday, February 15, 2019
El Remanso -- Oso Wildlife
We just got back from El Remanso, a rainforest wildlife preserve down on the Oso peninsula. We flew down on a 12-seat puddle jumper from San Jose to Puerto Jimenez. PJ is a tiny airport with one runway, no tower and a tiny tiny little store that is the "terminal." After that its an hour drive on dirt roads and across at least two rivers with no bridge to the resort.
The resort is like a magic castle inside a jungle. Cut out of the forest, they have their own water, electricity and fine dining. Throw in good accomodations (some of the newer buildings have their own plunge pool) and a decent wine list and it would be a nice place to stay just on the merits. But the height of value, of course, is being in the rain forest. We took three hikes -- a night time hike to see evening animals; an early morning birding exhibition and a mid-morning hunt for birds, insects and monkeys. Pretty successful all around. Here's a gallery of pictures:
Sunset at the lodge, over the Pacific Ocean
The red-eyed tree frog -- national frog of Costa Rica.
Scorpion at night. Turns out they shine under UV light and are easy to see.
Scarlet Macaw
Keel billed Toucan
Horned (?) owl. He was reluctant to be photographed.
The white-tailed plant hopper. Believe it or not, this is a bug. The tail is grown so that it looks like it is infected with fungus. And that, in turn, stops the birds from eating it.
Spider monkey
Red crested wood pecker -- Woody!
Howler monkey. Huge noise for a small animal. Woke us up at 430 AM every day.
Tiger heron. So named because of the stripes.
Scarlet taniger
Anteater (of course), hanging out by the side of the road for his portrait. And below is the world's tiniest air terminal at Puerto Jimenez
The resort is like a magic castle inside a jungle. Cut out of the forest, they have their own water, electricity and fine dining. Throw in good accomodations (some of the newer buildings have their own plunge pool) and a decent wine list and it would be a nice place to stay just on the merits. But the height of value, of course, is being in the rain forest. We took three hikes -- a night time hike to see evening animals; an early morning birding exhibition and a mid-morning hunt for birds, insects and monkeys. Pretty successful all around. Here's a gallery of pictures:
Sunset at the lodge, over the Pacific Ocean
The red-eyed tree frog -- national frog of Costa Rica.
Scorpion at night. Turns out they shine under UV light and are easy to see.
Scarlet Macaw
Keel billed Toucan
Horned (?) owl. He was reluctant to be photographed.
The white-tailed plant hopper. Believe it or not, this is a bug. The tail is grown so that it looks like it is infected with fungus. And that, in turn, stops the birds from eating it.
Spider monkey
Red crested wood pecker -- Woody!
Howler monkey. Huge noise for a small animal. Woke us up at 430 AM every day.
Tiger heron. So named because of the stripes.
Scarlet taniger
Anteater (of course), hanging out by the side of the road for his portrait. And below is the world's tiniest air terminal at Puerto Jimenez
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
Everything You Need To Know About Atenas
We live half the year in a small town in Costa Rica -- Atenas.
We love it. It's tranquil and off the beaten path. We have one good restaurant, one good pizzeria, a nice supermarket and a quiet town square where the kids hang out at night to "snog" because they can't do it at their parent's house. And that's about it. No movie theater, no haute cuisine -- just a small town, a lot like Costa Rica must have been like 50 years ago.
And the sunsets are to die for. This one is not the one from two nights ago -- it was better. I just didn't get a picture.
So, what's it like to live in small town Costa Rica? Here's a story from today that pretty much captures the town in a nutshell.
Yesterday, we ran out of gas in the tank for our grill. So I put the tank in the car and drove into town to the one, and only, gas supplier. In the past, when I've gone, they've done an exchange for me -- take my tank and give me a different full one. Not this time though -- they didn't have one to exchange. So they told me that I could leave the tank and it would be back the next day. To identify me, they asked me my name and I told them Pablo (since "Rosenzweig" is a mouthful even for native German speakers!). They took my phone number and said they call when it was ready.
The next day (today) … no call. I waited for a while and then went into town for other stuff. On a whim, I stopped at the gas store. As I walked in the woman behind the desk looked up, gave me a big smile and said "Hola Don Pablo" and told me that the tank was read. I paid my $17 (9000 colones) and left.
And that captures the town. It's a place where they know your name and they don't need a receipt or anything -- just a smile and a "hello" when you come in. But it is also a town where they tell you that they'll call you when its ready and then …. just don't. Life here is slow and easy and if you can get used to the way people operate it's delightful. Pura Vida.
We love it. It's tranquil and off the beaten path. We have one good restaurant, one good pizzeria, a nice supermarket and a quiet town square where the kids hang out at night to "snog" because they can't do it at their parent's house. And that's about it. No movie theater, no haute cuisine -- just a small town, a lot like Costa Rica must have been like 50 years ago. And the sunsets are to die for. This one is not the one from two nights ago -- it was better. I just didn't get a picture.
So, what's it like to live in small town Costa Rica? Here's a story from today that pretty much captures the town in a nutshell.
Yesterday, we ran out of gas in the tank for our grill. So I put the tank in the car and drove into town to the one, and only, gas supplier. In the past, when I've gone, they've done an exchange for me -- take my tank and give me a different full one. Not this time though -- they didn't have one to exchange. So they told me that I could leave the tank and it would be back the next day. To identify me, they asked me my name and I told them Pablo (since "Rosenzweig" is a mouthful even for native German speakers!). They took my phone number and said they call when it was ready.
The next day (today) … no call. I waited for a while and then went into town for other stuff. On a whim, I stopped at the gas store. As I walked in the woman behind the desk looked up, gave me a big smile and said "Hola Don Pablo" and told me that the tank was read. I paid my $17 (9000 colones) and left.
And that captures the town. It's a place where they know your name and they don't need a receipt or anything -- just a smile and a "hello" when you come in. But it is also a town where they tell you that they'll call you when its ready and then …. just don't. Life here is slow and easy and if you can get used to the way people operate it's delightful. Pura Vida.
Friday, March 30, 2018
Ziplining in Costa Rica
Twice in the past couple of weeks we've gone up to Lands of Love -- oddly, an Israeli-run resort on the slopes of Arenal volcano. Katy's gone ziplining twice (once with niece Olivia and once with Mike, Deb and Kyle Kunzer). Paul only went once (he was a bit afraid the first time and took a pass). Both days ended with truly excellent meals at the restaurant -- Israeli falafel, hummus, tahini, and pita. Here are some photos to prove we really did it:
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Convivial -- 3 Stars
The experience was good enough that it was worth reporting. I start with the end -- Katy is lactose intolerant and none of the deserts on the menu were lactose-free. So ... the chef made her a desert. It was a vacheron (sp?) with berries and it was made from scratch just for her. I liked my key lime pie better but the effort that went into creating a single desert for someone who needed it was so remarkable
that even if the rest of the food had been "blah" I would have fallen in love.
that even if the rest of the food had been "blah" I would have fallen in love.
And the rest of the food was NOT at all "blah." We started with a nibble -- traditional latkes (potato pancakes) in small bite sized pieces, topped with vinegared celery root and cured lamb. Tiny bites of perfection. Small appetizer plates were next -- my burrata was sublime and the dijonaised leeks (that's them in the picture) that Katy had were just wonderful, but I think the winner was Bob's fish sticks (yes, fish sticks) made from snakehead fish. Talk about turning a silks purse (snakehead are an invasive species) into a sow's ear. Though I will speak highly as well of the roasted cauliflower that Lisa had -- light on the palate.
Main courses were just a fantastic. Katy's trout literally melted in your mouth. My lamb merguez was wonderfully fresh and spicy on a bed of hummus. Lisa's guinea fowl was cooked to perfection but Bob "won" again with fried chicken (yes, fried chicken) prepared as coq a vin style. To top it off, we had the Tablas Creek, "Patelin de Tablas" off the wine list to make a really wonderful meal complete.
We want very much to go back when the weather is nice -- the outdoor patio looks great for summer. And the vibe of the place was just right -- young folks from the Shaw neighborhood, but the noise level was not too high. We give it 3 stars.
We want very much to go back when the weather is nice -- the outdoor patio looks great for summer. And the vibe of the place was just right -- young folks from the Shaw neighborhood, but the noise level was not too high. We give it 3 stars.
Thursday, May 25, 2017
A Sonoma Adventure
We've been to lots of places in California to drink wine. We've done wineries in Santa Barbara, Paso Robles, San Luis Obispo, and Napa. Somehow along the way we had just missed Sonoma -- and it was time to change all that.

The trip did not start off terribly well. Indeed, it was a misery. The 90 mile or so trip from SFO to Sonoma took us 3 1/2 hours. Traffic across the Golden Gate and up 101 was insanely bad. Adding to our unhappiness, when we arrived at our B&B (Auberge on the Vineyards) we were ... displeased. Both of us thought the room smelled as though some animal had come in to piss inside. Not a great end to a long day. [To be fair, however, to the Auberge, it had great views and our breakfasts were very fine -- but that didn't quite make up for the accommodations -- we slept with the windows open for a reason.
Happily, the rest of the trip was much better. The wine and the food were interesting and different. Herewith a report.
Let's start with the wine. To understand Sonoma you have to know that it is really a great deal larger and more diverse in climate than Napa. We stayed in Cloverdale at the far north end, and the distance south to Santa Rosa at the bottom is more or less 45 miles. Lots of micro climates around. By way of example, Knights Valley, in the south, gets fog up from the Bay every morning -- the wines there are fuller and more fruity because of the water content. Similarly, Alexander Valley in the north is a big wide valley with a flat floor -- again creating richer, wetter wines. By contrast on the west side of 101 over the ridge is Dry Valley -- and as the name suggests it is much hotter and drier and the wines are hence more concentrated -- the fruits get sharper (think blackberry instead of cherry).
The other big difference from Napa is that, at least in our perception, Sonoma is a lot less corporate. Many more small vineyards with oddities of style. Many fewer of the very large wine tasting rooms where the people are herded along like cattle. Much more attention to detail in the wine making (at least that is our sense). But also a LOT harder to wrap your hands around -- in two days we barely scratched the surface because the wine making is so diffuse and spread out physically and so varied stylistically.
Our food experience was almost as good as the wine (if that
is possible). We began with a coffee
shop – we took a long walk into Cloverdale each morning and found Plank – the artisanal
coffee shop – waiting for us at the end.
Well brewed coffee with a barrista flair if that is what you want.

The trip did not start off terribly well. Indeed, it was a misery. The 90 mile or so trip from SFO to Sonoma took us 3 1/2 hours. Traffic across the Golden Gate and up 101 was insanely bad. Adding to our unhappiness, when we arrived at our B&B (Auberge on the Vineyards) we were ... displeased. Both of us thought the room smelled as though some animal had come in to piss inside. Not a great end to a long day. [To be fair, however, to the Auberge, it had great views and our breakfasts were very fine -- but that didn't quite make up for the accommodations -- we slept with the windows open for a reason.
Happily, the rest of the trip was much better. The wine and the food were interesting and different. Herewith a report.
Let's start with the wine. To understand Sonoma you have to know that it is really a great deal larger and more diverse in climate than Napa. We stayed in Cloverdale at the far north end, and the distance south to Santa Rosa at the bottom is more or less 45 miles. Lots of micro climates around. By way of example, Knights Valley, in the south, gets fog up from the Bay every morning -- the wines there are fuller and more fruity because of the water content. Similarly, Alexander Valley in the north is a big wide valley with a flat floor -- again creating richer, wetter wines. By contrast on the west side of 101 over the ridge is Dry Valley -- and as the name suggests it is much hotter and drier and the wines are hence more concentrated -- the fruits get sharper (think blackberry instead of cherry).
The other big difference from Napa is that, at least in our perception, Sonoma is a lot less corporate. Many more small vineyards with oddities of style. Many fewer of the very large wine tasting rooms where the people are herded along like cattle. Much more attention to detail in the wine making (at least that is our sense). But also a LOT harder to wrap your hands around -- in two days we barely scratched the surface because the wine making is so diffuse and spread out physically and so varied stylistically.
We began our first day in Sky Pine Vineyards – which styles
itself as the highest (in altitude!!) Bordeaux blending vineyard in the
Alexander Valley. The owners, Tim and Kandy,
are a hoot. Tim is a lawyer who has no
filter – he will say just about anything that crosses his mind – including, for
example, trash talking other vineyards in the area. They served us a vertical of Cab Franc (2010,
11, 13 and 14) that really showed how variable the wines could be season to
season based on weather, etc. We found
the 2013 particularly rich and well-rounded with a bit more depth than the
other years. All, however, were quite
good and who could dislike a wine whose name is “BobDog” (after their dog …
yes, named Bob).
Our next stop was a bit disappointing. The J.K Rickards vineyard was nice enough and
the tasting room was professional if a bit antiseptic. The wines, however, were only so-so. We did find two that were worth mentioning
--- a 2014 Zinfandel that had nice fruit and notes of chocolate; and the 2014
Petite Syrah that was inky rich in color and taste – and had the distinction of
being made with a wild yeast. Overall, nice to stop at but no miracles.
The surprise/winner of the day was a collective tasting room
in Geyserville. Geyserville is a small
(two road) town off of 101. Several dozen
of the very small boutique wineries in the Alexander Valley have gotten
together and started a place known as “Locals” (of course – what a perfect
name) where they don’t charge a tasting fee and have an unusual variety of
things to try. If you can’t find
something new here then you are far more sophisticated than we were. For us,
the really odd discovery was the Sargentino grape – a rare Italian varietal (we
were told) that was being cultivated by the Dernier-Hadal winery. How do we know this? Well, the person doing the pouring was Mr.
Dernier – we had the pleasure of his hosted tasting of several of his
varietals. In addition to the
Sargentino, his Petite Syrah was stellar – complex fruits with a certain
sharpness that we found appealing. And
we also found a really fantastic Cabernet Sauvignon from Pendleton that we
brought home with us.
One fun fact about Locals – they have a club. They will send you two (or 6) randomly
selected bottles from their dozen or so consortium members every quarter. Our sons don’t know it yet, but their
birthdays are coming early this year.
Sunday saw us go in a different direction – to the Dry Creek
Valley. Hoping to recreate the magic of
the day before we stopped at a roadside collective tasting room known as “Family.” Here we didn’t have vintner to chat with but
we did have two servers and nobody else in the room for the entire time we were
there. Needless to say, they were happy
to pour and keep on pouring and we spent a boozy 90 minutes with them.
Happily, it wasn’t just about the alcohol – we found a
couple of other small gems. Again, none
of these are available in DC, or frankly anywhere other than this one tasting
club. But they do ship .. .so … we
ordered some. Winners in this category –
a 2015 Viognier from Philip Staley that had some wonderful fruit; and a 2014
Vino Tinto that mixed Grenache, Carinena, Mataro and Tempranillo), also from
Staley; the 2014 Pinot Noir and the 2012 Merlot both from Mietz Cellars (HT:
Steve V for the suggestion); and our favorite in the group, the meritage “Comet”
from Dashe Cellars. This last one had a
particularly earthy tone to it that brought out much of the dry and dark side
of the wine.
The other joy of the day was finding Thumbprint
Cellars. Once again, we lucked in and
found the owner, Scott (that's him to the right), at home and he spent a long while pouring for us.
Thumbprint has a tasting room in down town Healdsburg, but it has no grapes of
its own. Instead, Scott takes his grapes
from other places, and just makes really really good wine. His 2012 Petite Sirah uses grapes from Smith
Ranch and came out of the bottle nearly black.
I tasted blueberry, cherry and a bit of dirt or dust. We also loved the 2013 Carignane from Angeli
Vineyards – berrys with a spice and floral riff that was wonderful. Katy loved the 2014 Viognier and Paul was
partial as well to the 2013 Cabernet Franc (which even had a whiff of sage to
it, I think). To all this add the story
of the cellar and the name (an accident) and you get a great time with good
wine and good company (and also live acoustic guitar music).
Our food experience was almost as good as the wine (if that
is possible). We began with a coffee
shop – we took a long walk into Cloverdale each morning and found Plank – the artisanal
coffee shop – waiting for us at the end.
Well brewed coffee with a barrista flair if that is what you want.
We had three very nice dinners while in town. The first was at the Healdsburg SHED –
essentially an organic food store with cooking gear and a kitchen. It’s the type of place that a bouquet of
fresh herbs and spices sits on the counter top and the kitchen staff picks from
it to garnish as the plates get prepared.
The appetizers were great – Paul had an heirloom beet salad and Katy had
roasted carrots with dates. The mains
were a little less perfect – Katy’s duck was just too dry. But the wine list was pleasant and we had a
nice glass.
Our second night was at Café Lucia also in Healdsburg. Lucia is a Portuguese restaurant so, of
course, we went in that direction. There
were several good, unusual Portuguese wines available in 3 oz pours (at least
to us – we’d never heard of them) so we had fun trying out a bunch of new
tastes with new vintners and grapes. It
was actually a welcome change from the heavier fruityier California wines we’d
been drinking all day. And Paul’s Linguisa
sausage was …. Just perfect.
The star dinner, however, was at Willi’s Wine Bar (HT: Reg
B). We started with a flight of bubbly
of which the Iron Horse Russian Cuvee was the best (crisp and fruity but with a
“tang”). We followed with tastes of the
Malat Grunier Vetliner from Austria and the Black Kite Pinot Noir from
California. The Black Kite, in
particular, stood up to the spice of the meal surprisingly well. The two food highlights were a Curried Crab
Taco and Lamb Tartare. We had great
seats outdoors and it was a great way to end the trip.
Monday on the way back to the working world was
magical. We left very early (6 AM) with
Plank coffee in our hands. And Mr. Waze
detoured us through the wetlands at the north of the bay to Vallejo and then
across the Napa River and down south on the outer loop 660. With fog rolling in and wildlife flying it
was quite saddening to leave Sonoma behind.
We expect to go back though.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Living the Pura Vida
This winter is our first full winter in our new home in Atenas, Costa Rica. The locals have a phrase for life in this part of paradise -- Pura Vida. And that's what we have. It's quiet here -- which is just what we need to get away from the chaos of Washington (especially this year). But we've had plenty of visitors as well -- our friends Nancy and Rita and Jan and Sandra. Paul's brother Jim, and nephew Dustin. Ahead are most of the Kunzer clan .... all of whom we get to share this slice of heaven with.
Here are a few pictures -- from Poas volcano, from La Paz waterfall park, from Jaco beach, our new cats, Luke & Leia, and a panorama of our home. Enjoy:
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