An ongoing example of 'manana' here in CR.
So back to the Correos on Wednesday at 10.30am to open the PO Box. Outside, someone is receiving a back massage!
Just like our first visit, we bring all the paperwork that has been requested.
The Hawaiian-shirted official greets us amicably; after all, we are probably the first customers of the day. All looks promising - yes he remembers us and also recalls that he told us to come back at this time on this day.
BUT ... of course, there is always a but! The hombre that issues the PO Box has had to go to Puntaneras today, a town over an hour away. Yes, he has had to go and collect a key, at this particular time on this particular day, the exact time of our scheduled meeting! Incredible. DH and I remain calm, hey we can organise another visit. Thursday at the same time? Not a problem.
Thursday finds us outside the Correos at the allotted time. No massages today. No queues either. Oh but look, the office is closed!!!!!
Today, Friday, we drive past about 4 pm, after picking up YS from the school bus, and try our luck for the fourth time. Good fortune shines upon us and the official that we need is actually available, hooray! Oh surprise, surprise, bad fortune reveals its ugly face and the bureaucrat is unable to issue a PO Box today. I really couldn't be bothered to try and translate the reason why, or even to ask DH to translate for me. Instead, the man behind the glass calls upon DH to return again next Tuesday between the exact hours of 10 and 11 am, no earlier and no later: he will then most definitely be able to assist us but only during that precise hour! We shall see.
To be continued ...