More Costa Rica

Costa Rica was amazing. I was with my sister, my best friends, in the most beautiful place on earth. And we made the most of every single day. ATV tour Tues, surfing & chef made dinner in house Weds, sailing & snorkeling Thurs and horseback riding, zip lining, mud bath and hot springs Friday. And we made it to the local beach every day!

One of the best moments though came when a few of us headed to another town to a popular local dance night. We were walking down the hill, wondering how we’d find a cab in our tiny town, when a car happened to drive by. I threw up a sort of flagging wave but he kept going. Someone hit me a few seconds later and I thought they were trying to prevent me from a bad step on the cobblestone road. Nope, the car had backed up! It was a cab. Lucky wave! We hopped in and headed to Las Brisas in Playa Potrero.

The cabbie was nice and as I sat in front, we chatted a bit. And then we hit a check point. Quite a few cops, lights flashing, what a scene! Soon a cop came over and flashed his light on each of us. This was Jen (courtesy of the Sand Draw app, how fitting!):


I was laughing the entire time. The poor cabbie had his smokes inspected then was asked to get out and be searched. Thankfully he had nothing on him and we went on our way. He said they were looking for guns. So glad he didn’t have one!

The party had yet to get started when we got there but we had a few drinks, watched a little dancing and hung out on the beach. Sometimes I’d rather watch than dance. This was one of those nights. And it was good watching. Sexy moves in CR.

The cabbie had said he’d be back now and then so we started walking thinking maybe we’d run into one. We never did. Miles of dark country road, lit only by the giant moon. We eventually reached the beach and took that the remainder of the journey. The moon had sunk by then but it was a perfect walk. Waves crashing, crabs scurrying. Heaven.



It was kinda like a dream, to finally be flying to Costa Rica.

And then we waited, and waited and then thanks to some missing flight attendants we waited some more. How has an airline not figured out how to keep water lines from freezing on a plane already?! I’m trying to get to Costa Rica here!!!

The plane was thawed and the flight attendants were paged once, then twice. We boarded about an hour and a half late. It wasn’t the worst wait though, met a nice couple also traveling to CR for the first time and the conversation helped pass the time.

Ten hours after we left SLP we landed. Not much for waiting there, zipped off the plane, through customs, easy peasy. Our driver was right there waiting. Wooo! Let’s get this vacation on the road! LIterally! And then, somewhere along the crazy Costa Rican highway, something made us wait some more. Perhaps an accident, or a cow, or just an errant tico. No worry though, a well worn Enrique Iglesias cd kept us pumped up. I think our excitement prevented us from realizing we had been on one skipping song for at least a half hour. Ben, the saint that he was for riding shotgun and enduring darting around ticos and motor bikes and dogs, asked if he could take control of the stereo. Unfortunately there was no playing anything but the Enrique CD.

No matter, we made it to the rental office alive, absconded with the keys and headed up the ginormous hill that would eventually pump my calves up so much I couldn’t zip my winter boots over them when I returned home. Our house was gorgeous! 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, pool, full kitchen, grill, and the most incredible view that we’d have to wait till morn to take advantage of.

After getting our things together we headed down the hill for dinner & drinks, stopped mid-hill on the way back for a couple more and then settled into slumber to prepare ourselves for the rest of our adventure.