Now, this is just a fun little story from Costa Rica I wanted to share with you.
The Resort
Our resort in Puntarenas featured nightly shows. Between spectacular dance numbers, a small comedy troupe entertained the audience with humorous sketches and bits.
We met who we’d later come to call Rico on our first night, when he mimed a complex drum solo, complete with slapstick shenanigans. This was one of the few acts I could fully enjoy because it had zero dialog.
We soon discovered he frequently had the word, “Rico” written in sharpie across his belly. We were never quite sure why, though it did earn him our nickname. He also wasn’t the only one; one of his stage partners often sported a shirt featuring the word “Tamarico.”
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