Well, miracle of miracles, our flight was wisely supplied for our trip south. Maybe all those emails finally made it through. Stranger things have happened, and usually on my trips. The flight was uneventful, which scared the bejesus out of our merry band of travelers. If you’ve read any of my previous blogs, you know the travel gods just don’t look favorably on my peeps. But, getting in to this tropical paradise was a breeze. I say breeze because as soon as we stepped of de plane we were hit with what they call a tropical breeze. Hah! This ‘breeze’ would knock you on your ass! We made it through immigration without any problems! Even with our tipsy group trying their darnedest to look sober. We wandered out into the warm air in search of our driver who would take us to our home away from home. Now, pretty Kitty insisted on being the keeper of the map. Our hosts had graciously sent us a map to get us through the feeding frenzy of fresh meat available for all the drivers awaiting their next meal. Apparently our driver was well known, (thank goodness) and when the other ‘sharks’ saw his logo, they reluctantly pointed us in the right direction. What can I say? Pretty Kitty meant well. Finally, we found our driver. Doug. We fly 4 hours to Costa Rica and we get a driver named Doug. Not just Doug, but a retired Dallas police officer who escaped the trials and tribulations of police life to a laid back life as a driver/tourist guide. Now, don’t get me wrong, Doug was great! He immediately realized our group was in need of sustenance. Ok, yeah, we were kind of hungry. But, what was most on our minds was………
come on, you know. Now, apparently there is a large population of Germans that have migrated to Costa Rica. Did you know this? I didn’t. So, we went to the Costa Rican version of Denny’s with a major German influence. Now, this just seems odd to me. I came here for fresh fish with a Mexican influence. No, I get a menu that had bratwurst, Wiener schnitzel and Italian! But, they did have very cold beer so, I’m happy. After a not so Costa Rican lunch, we head off to find our house. The drive was pleasant but, there were several sugar cane trucks that seemed determined to slow our progress! But, after a while we made it to our house. And, WOW! What a house! Of course, it faces west so we can have our sunset views. But the house is beautiful! Each room has it’s own entrance and the bathrooms are open air! You shower al fresco! So beautiful! So………decadent! We have an infinity pool and the beach is just a few (yet treacherous) steps down. Now, all of you know, I DON’T DO STEPS! But, these weren’t that bad. Death at every misstep. But not bad. Of course, at sunset we have our traditional cocktails to marvel at this amazing site! Now, as I said before, the BREEZE was blowing so, it was a little work to stand still to marvel at this amazing site. Ok, the Bloody Mary’s, beers and cocktails didn’t help. It was a beautiful sunset from any angle. I’m just saying. Our chef for this trip was wonderful! And, go figure, another German! Our first meal was a German variation of lasagna. Yeah. I didn’t get it either. After was more cocktails and I’m just saying now…………….I don’t really remember that much afterwards. I do remember Jordan and I going down the steps of death to the beach. (In retrospect, not a very wise decision) and looking for crabs. And boy did we find them! Hermit crabs like you wouldn’t believe! There was so many of them! The sound they made was something out of nightmares, I’m sure. Somehow…………Somehow, we made it back up the stairs. Still not totally sure how we managed that. Between the cocktails and laughing so hard my water broke, and I’m not even pregnant, we made it back topside. Now, our trusted travel companions would surely come to our rescue. (Right?) As we crawl across the lawn, falling in fits of laughter we, hopefully, signal to our saviors with our flashlights. SOS. Do they come to our rescue? What do you think?
well……
what happens in Costa Rica, stays in Costa Rica.
