The little adventures

I was sitting in the den of our apartment while Danielle prepared supper. I smelled a little smoke and looked up to se that the entire kitchen behind Danielle was covered in smoke. I could see smoke billowing from the stove. I told Danielle and she turned and saw the problem. You see, our stove has little to no markings on the nobs or anything. No temperature markings, and not clear markings to distinguish between wich nob does what. Danielle had accidentally turned on the wrong burner and in doing so melted a plastic cooking spoon. The whole apartment filled with smoke. It was really quite funny. And If you are wondering about the horrible sound of the smoke detector, there aren't any, anywhere. Anyway, just wanted to share a little story of life in Costa Rica. In just a few short weeks we will be sending storied about life in Mexico.