Boquete feels like the official Non-Carnival town. Most people opt out up here in the coffee growing region. I feel entirely normal for once. It is really a chance for over time work for squares like me, overtime dollars for hard working men and maybe opportunity for an extra beer or two at the end of the day. There is even a sort of Non-Carnival tourism, where people come North to avoid the parties for the weekend.
The real party goers go to South to Las Tablas.
Most of the party boys and girls that I know left before the weekend and won't be back until sometime tomorrow if then. Down town is very quiet, just a few drunks in gutters. Stores are mostly closed.
So, Beatrice and I get up at the crack of dawn. I am figuring out electronic social security and temporary work contracts. We are also doing all the 'have to be done' jobs on the farm. As it is dry and windy with strong sun, all the important jobs are all about water. Water for the baby coffee plants, water for the greenhouse, water for the horse and maybe some water for the garden as well.
.........doesn't help that a big truck ran over the water line at the top of the drive and we have lost our pressure lock. It is flowing down those pipes bursting out of all the cracks all over the place, thank goodness only one more day.