Since we have been living in Hawaii for the past nine years, Lucy and I have become used to wearing "slippahs" or flip-flops, sandals, etc., whatever you may call them back on the Mainland. We still have several pairs of slippahs that we wear regularly down here in Costa Rica. However, while great for coasting along the sidewalks of Waikiki and the beaches, they're not that great in the jungle.
Crocs have taken a beating in the past few years after the high-water mark of popularity subsided. However, those goofy-looking plastic clogs have their place around here, I have found.
Several times a week, I'm tasked with hiking around the grounds to check out the area and turn off lights. Slippahs tend to slip on the rock and gravel and in the jungle. Crocs, however, maintain a semblance of sturdiness while tromping along the jungle paths.
Never thought that I would own a pair of the clogs until my folks left a pair here by mistake. Maybe I'm getting old, but dang, they work well on the terrain around here.
The one downside? Big-time foot sweat. . . Not much air getting into the buggers, which makes it feel like you're scooting along in two little foot saunas. . .
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