I was driving to Golfito yesterday from Pavones and as I bumped along the gravel road, hoping that the annual road grading would start soon I noticed someone who seemed to be lost. Now having lived here at 8 degrees North of the Equator for 12 years, I have come to notice that certain visitors seem to stick out like a sore thumb. As I slowed down to double check that my vision was not deceiving me, I couldn’t help but smile and chuckle as I realized it was an old friend from my childhood. You can imagine the surprise on my face as I was not expecting to see him way down here in the tropics. There he was in all of his glory, with a top hat, corn cob pipe, a carrot nose and a scarf around his neck. Yes indeed! It was Frosty the Snowman (in cardboard) tacked up on the weathered front door of an old farmer’s house, who I am sure had never seen a Snowman, much less snow, but who in the spirit of the season took the time to put Old Frosty up to delight the children and passersby. Somehow after that, I didn’t feel the bumps in the road for the rest of the trip to Golfito, as my mind drifted back to the times in my youth when we would make Frosty the Snowman come to life in our front yards during the winter months.