
Hi all... Here is how our trip to Costa Rica (CR) went with pix attached by Brad (there are more to come later but they just take too much memory to send ‘em all now)...
Day 1... started with getting to the airport in Aspen and not being able to park since the ticket dispenser machine at the parking area was jammed. Brad had to, ummm, strongly persuade the wooden gate to let us pass... he wasn’t arrested for destruction of public property so we were happy. Then we actually got to fly out of Aspen! We really didn’t think the weather would let it happen but we got lucky. We had a smooth trip to LA and from LA to CR after hearing a stewardess announce during her safety drill as we were getting ready for take off “if there is a sudden decrease in cabin pressure, yadda yadda yadda, stop screaming and pull the oxygen mask toward you and place it over your nose and mouth...”. When we got to CR we got a rental car and drove from San Jose to Jaco. On the way we had an AWESOME lunch overlooking the mountains and onto the ocean in a very clean restaurant with great food. It was a GREAT way to start our trip (just pulled into this unbelievable spot called Casita de Cafe). Drove to Jaco and our hotel on the beach which backed up to jungle (see the pix of kim walking toward it on the beach at low tide). It was a nice hotel with more pix coming later. We slept on the beach, walked on the beach to town and ate a nice dinner. Almost died on the way back to the hotel with a FAST taxi driver and no seat belts (no need for them in CR it seems). Then I got to listen to Brad play his guitar on the balcony with the ocean in the background. It was a pretty good way to start vacation!
Day 2... after great sleep we woke up and walked along the beach to town. Got breakfast and walked around looking for surf boards for Brad. Discovered haggling is the way of CR and found some people/prices he liked. I went off hiking and found my way up a hill with lizards, great views of the ocean in the forest/jungle, guys with machetes, carved animals in a rock wall etc. Then I went down to the beach and after the beach we got a “couples’ massage”... AHHHHH... then we walked to town for an incredible dinner with HUGE smoothies and Thai/CR food. We walked back on the beach and then planned out what we wanted to do for the rest of the trip (which, of course, we changed the next day).
Day 3... “let’s kayak in the morning; it’s not that far”... ok so we learned that it was farther than we thought. We rented a kayak with the idea of kayaking and snorkeling for a morning trip that ended up being an all day adventure with both of us water logged and whipped by the end. Went out to dinner to an ok place but not nearly as good as the previous night. Got stalked and serenaded by the local mariachi band who had us pegged as the gringos who can’t say “no” and who played for us MANY a night in Jaco for the requisite $5. Was asked in 2 different places if I was Argentinean (???). Did minor surgery on my “black” blister to remove sand from every place on my body (we were on a grey beach with individual sand pieces looking black).
Day 4... AN ADVENTURE!... we started by grabbing a quick snack in town after sleeping in. The plan was to head south to Quepos and Manuel Antonio. Driving was relatively easy except going over the “bridge” made of railroad ties, plate steel, scraps... it was a 1 lane, scariest bridge I have encountered in my many years of travel to 3rd world countries. We decided to skip Quepos and went straight to Manuel Antonio which was STUNNING! GREAT/BEAUTIFUL beach, awesome food. Got a WONDERFUL B-day present from Brad of a gecko carved in bone inlayed in wood and macramé... GREAT anklet/bracelet. Brad surfed and I hiked Manuel Antonio and saw sloth, monkey, huge rat thing. We forewent the poison dart souvenir which may have been a mistake (it was totally cool). On the way home we went to the COOLEST restaurant to watch the sunset. We had pulled into “el Avion” by chance on the way into town but it was closed at that time; since it was soooooo cool we had to go back. It is a bar/resteraunt built around the fuselage of a contra 1954 Fairchild G123 bought in 2000 by the folks that owned the restaurant who had it put up on the hillside and made it a part of their bar/restaurant. It was fascinating and fabulous with great atmosphere and food. Left there after a great day to return to Jaco and stopped for our worst CR culinary experience on the way back (it had to happen).
Day 5... Diving... went to Heradurra dive shop and got set up with our gear. We went out with an overweight French man who had a bypass scar on his chest who came up from his dive to go straight to his cigarettes. Our guide was a Rasta dude named Mario with a tattoo of a naked woman on his back. The first dive was pretty spectacular with shark, lobster, puffers, eel, sting ray, turtle and a HUGE manta ray (5 meters ish) who liked to get her belly tickled by Rasta man. It took me a while to get adjusted and fight off panic and claustrophobic fears but I made it through the first dive and the next dive was easier for me. More mellow and I was not so nervous. Saw a huge shark, huge eel, lots of clams etc. Both dives had cool colored fish (including rock fish) but it was good to be on land again that afternoon. We had a great TICO (Tico is what CR people call themselves) lunch after diving and then a nap before surfing for Brad and hiking for me. The hike was awesome and I got to be on the hill overlooking Jaco and to see Brad ride the surf as the sun was setting with beautiful colors (he later told me he was surfing with a sting ray jumping up and down out of the water next to him). Later there was a great walk on the beach to town and a return to the unbelievable dinner place for another “to die for” meal and another “big ass smoothie”. Then we got a safe taxi ride home and I again got to listen to Brad play guitar on the balcony... pura vida (life is good/enjoy life/pure life) as the Tico’s say.
Day 6... woke up leisurely and walked into town for breakfast and shopping. Did the shop thing for way too long but did get a new hammock for the house Yeah! Had a great lunch at Pancho Villa’s (brought back memories of childhood dinner excursions), then went back to the hotel for some music by Brad at the bar then again hiking for me and surfing for Brad. I hiked up and over to the next town “Hermosa” and got a new blister. Got back in time to take pix of Brad surfing and then went into town for a VERY nice last meal on the beach at this very pleasant restaurant. After that we went to “Nate’s Place”... we had read about this hostel in the travel guide where “Texas guitar legend Nathan Dees lives” and had looked for it the whole time we were in Jaco and had finally found it earlier that morning. Nathan no longer lives there but his Texan father does so we went to play him some Texas music. All went very well until Nathan’s father started talking not so nice about the “Mexicans (ummmm, they are Costa Ricans)/blacks/heroin addicts etc” and started to ask Brad how to pronounce his last name and ask where he was from. He didn’t use the machete that was sitting in front of him since he really liked Brad’s music and Brad played it off saying he was a “Texas Jew” just like Kinky Freedman (which Nate’s father appreciated even though he thought Kinky was crazy and probably doesn’t really like Jews)... needless to say we hightailed it out of there pretty quick after the racist comments began and chalked it up to a bizarre CR experience.
Day 7... Homeward bound... got up and packed and went for our last walk on the beach and on some rocks near the hotel... did some pix taking and last minute sun burning and hit the road to go back to the airport. Stopped on a bridge to view some VERY LARGE crocodiles and then went back to that first restaurant on the hill (spectacular again) and on to the airport. Got on our plane and made it to LA at about midnight where got through customs and to the national terminal to find out everything was closed. Brad found us a little slice of NOT SO HORRENDOUSLY LOUD or BRIGHT airport and we slept on the HARD tile while waiting for 4:00am when we could go into the terminal proper. Our flight actually made it back to Aspen and we had time to do laundry, catch up on stuff before the week begins and to enjoy our beautiful scenery here...
Overall it was a great trip and although we already miss the food and the geckos we are very happy to be home!
Hope you all had a good week and enjoy reading about our adventures and more pictures will come in the future...
Lots of love, peace and PURA VIDA!!!