So....
I realize this is mid-October and few (if any) are reading this, but I miss Costa Rica completely. I just received word from a friend of mine that upon graduating college she will be living and working in Costa Rica for 15 months. I'm really envious right now. She will have such a great experience. I can't wait to visit her in the summers and work at CPI again.
I casually mentioned to my boss the other day that I'm in the process of saving for a plane ticket for this summer so I can return to Costa Rica and work for CPI again. The very next day I was contacted to see when I would be arriving and starting work. : ) I love these people!
It's only 7.5 months until that point, but who's counting anyway? I love my job, I love teaching and I am thoroughly enjoying my life right now. I will patiently wait (sort of) for Costa Rica. : )
Pura Vida Mae,
Jessica Lynn
Friday, October 16, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Adjustments
I am back in the states now. Life is different here than in Costa Rica. I miss those that I left behind and can't wait to see them again soon. : ) Muni, Gerry, Meggie, Maria, and the whole Najarro family--I Love You and Miss You : )
Kristen was genuinely amused on the flight back yesterday as I tried to acclimate myself back to life in the States. I spent 20 extra seconds in the bathroom trying to locate the trashcan to put my toilet paper until I remembered that it could once again go in the toilet. I felt awkwardly out of place being surrounded by English speakers and that using English should be my first instinct once again. I answered 'Gracias' followed by a quick 'Thank You' when the stewardess handed me a drink. I'm still adjusting...
Anyway, Kristen and I had a smooth flight back to the ATL and then later to Dayton. Liberia's airport where we left from is a glorified barn, allowing only one flight to leave at a time. Their version of security meant holding your liquids bag up to the light and handing it back to you. You also don't have to remove your shoes through security. The final 'security' checkpoint before boarding included a woman peeking into my backpack and handing it back. They were a little more thorough with Kristen. She got the wand and a search of her carry-ons. We think it was because the security guy just wanted to talk to her. He seemed more interested in conversation than the actual contents of her bags.
Anyway, we arrived back in Dayton around 11 and Mom, Dad and John were there to greet us with carrots and popcorn--my favorites! It was so good to see my family again. It seems so long ago that they dropped me off at the airport.
So ends my Costa Rica blog for the summer...I hope to have another next year : )
Muchisimo Amor,
Jessica Lynn
Kristen was genuinely amused on the flight back yesterday as I tried to acclimate myself back to life in the States. I spent 20 extra seconds in the bathroom trying to locate the trashcan to put my toilet paper until I remembered that it could once again go in the toilet. I felt awkwardly out of place being surrounded by English speakers and that using English should be my first instinct once again. I answered 'Gracias' followed by a quick 'Thank You' when the stewardess handed me a drink. I'm still adjusting...
Anyway, Kristen and I had a smooth flight back to the ATL and then later to Dayton. Liberia's airport where we left from is a glorified barn, allowing only one flight to leave at a time. Their version of security meant holding your liquids bag up to the light and handing it back to you. You also don't have to remove your shoes through security. The final 'security' checkpoint before boarding included a woman peeking into my backpack and handing it back. They were a little more thorough with Kristen. She got the wand and a search of her carry-ons. We think it was because the security guy just wanted to talk to her. He seemed more interested in conversation than the actual contents of her bags.
Anyway, we arrived back in Dayton around 11 and Mom, Dad and John were there to greet us with carrots and popcorn--my favorites! It was so good to see my family again. It seems so long ago that they dropped me off at the airport.
So ends my Costa Rica blog for the summer...I hope to have another next year : )
Muchisimo Amor,
Jessica Lynn
Petty Thievery
Saturday began with a very successful bus endeavor to Tamarindo once again at 8:10. I was gaining more confidence in my ability to take the right bus by this point. We arrived in Tamarindo around 8:40 and immediately headed to the beach to check out the surf and the surfers. Being accustomed to early morning slalom runs on the lake and understanding the sanctity of being the first ones on the water to get the ‘good water’ we made to sure get up early and beat most casual surfers to the waves. While we couldn’t beat the diehard surfers to the water, we did manage to beat most of the local crowd to the waves by having a board rented and sunscreen applied by 9:00 a.m. (The sunscreen proved futile though…I’m a lobster again).
We started surfing immediately and immediately realized that these waves were not for the faint of heart. A recent storm surge made some waves come in around 7 to 8 feet. That meant: (A) Kristen and I weren’t surfing those and (B) we were annihilated just trying to get to the baby waves. Not to be discouraged we still held out for some smaller 3 and 4 foot waves and caught a few before taking a break. Surfing today proved a little more difficult for Kristen as we upgraded her from a soft-top board to a regular surf board. So much so, that the surfboard was used a boogie board for a couple of waves. (I did the same at times). However, she is a trooper and undaunted, would head back out and try to catch the next. We agreed that we probably spent more time trying to figure out ways not to be crushed into oblivion by incoming waves than we did trying to actually catch a wave, but it was fun nonetheless.
Around noon we called it a day with the surfing as the waves were becoming too big for even the more experienced surfers and we turned our board in. From surfing, we headed to the supermercado to buy some snacks before I took Kristen to the surprise I had been planning for her. Although nearly cancelled because of the tide being what it was, we arrived in time to get on the Marlin del Rey Snorkel and Sunset cruise that left out of Tamarindo. The cruise is about 5 hours long and guests are given time to snorkel at a beach about an hour boat ride away.
Before taking off, the thunder clouds began to roll in and the sea became uncommonly agitated. Waves were rolling in that made us feel like we were on Deadliest Catch (a similar experience to our Alaskan adventure but with a bigger boat thankfully). Part way into the voyage it actually began to rain and thunder…not exactly the tropical cruise one might dream of. By the time we reached the snorkel area, it was dark and ominous clouds were surrounding us. Naturally, we grabbed our snorkel gear and hopped in.
We paddled around for a while before heading to a reef area where we saw a lot a different colorful fish. Given the tide situation, we had some great snorkeling. Kristen and I were probably the last ones out of the water because we were less concerned about getting back the free booze served on board and more concerned with just enjoying the water. However, after getting out of the water, it began to rain harder and the wind picked up—best snorkel cruise ever.
The crew fed us dinner as we sailed off to watch the nonexistent sunset and head back to the marina. As we are sailing back to the mainland, Kristen and I begin watching a 50-something year old man take the Freshman-in-college approach to the free beer on board. We watched from the other side of the boat as he made his way from the bar to the front of the boat with numerous cans of beer in hand only to stow them away in a previously empty backpack. The first time it happened we weren’t exactly sure we saw the situation correctly. By the third round, we knew the drill. He would wait around holding an open can of beer until the appropriate moment and would then return to the bar. He would come back to the deck with anywhere from 2 to 3 beers in hand and in look around to make sure no deckhands were around before stuffing them into his backpack. By the end of 15 minutes his pack was full and Kristen and I could see the outlines of numerous cans stuffed away.
We noticed that as we were loading the panga to leave the catamaran that he could barely carry the bag. His wife was less than amused with him and kept rolling her eyes as he struggled to load the goods on the dingy. We also laughed when the crew asked him to get off the dingy because there were too many people on it (Kristen and I wanted to comment that him and that bag counted as 2 people which is why the boat rose 3 inches back out of the water when he got off but thought better of it). Anyway, the operation getting us back to shore nearly left us down a deckhand (he was knocked overboard) and a capsized boat. It was quite the adventure…
We had a blast though and eventually made it safely ashore and in one piece. We wandered around Tamarindo for a little longer and then grabbed a taxi back to Flamingo. Upon arriving to our hotel room, I witnessed one final petty thievery moment. Someone jacked the razor blade off my razor. It was there in the morning and when I returned, the entire apparatus was there, but the blade was no where to be found. Kristen and I had a good laugh at the absurdity of it all before settling in for the night with our chocolate milk, JET bars, and Spanish television.
I am so happy Kristen was able to visit. She and I want to do another trip to Costa Rica to see the other parts sometime. I can’t wait : )
Chao,Jessica Lynn
We started surfing immediately and immediately realized that these waves were not for the faint of heart. A recent storm surge made some waves come in around 7 to 8 feet. That meant: (A) Kristen and I weren’t surfing those and (B) we were annihilated just trying to get to the baby waves. Not to be discouraged we still held out for some smaller 3 and 4 foot waves and caught a few before taking a break. Surfing today proved a little more difficult for Kristen as we upgraded her from a soft-top board to a regular surf board. So much so, that the surfboard was used a boogie board for a couple of waves. (I did the same at times). However, she is a trooper and undaunted, would head back out and try to catch the next. We agreed that we probably spent more time trying to figure out ways not to be crushed into oblivion by incoming waves than we did trying to actually catch a wave, but it was fun nonetheless.
Around noon we called it a day with the surfing as the waves were becoming too big for even the more experienced surfers and we turned our board in. From surfing, we headed to the supermercado to buy some snacks before I took Kristen to the surprise I had been planning for her. Although nearly cancelled because of the tide being what it was, we arrived in time to get on the Marlin del Rey Snorkel and Sunset cruise that left out of Tamarindo. The cruise is about 5 hours long and guests are given time to snorkel at a beach about an hour boat ride away.
Before taking off, the thunder clouds began to roll in and the sea became uncommonly agitated. Waves were rolling in that made us feel like we were on Deadliest Catch (a similar experience to our Alaskan adventure but with a bigger boat thankfully). Part way into the voyage it actually began to rain and thunder…not exactly the tropical cruise one might dream of. By the time we reached the snorkel area, it was dark and ominous clouds were surrounding us. Naturally, we grabbed our snorkel gear and hopped in.
We paddled around for a while before heading to a reef area where we saw a lot a different colorful fish. Given the tide situation, we had some great snorkeling. Kristen and I were probably the last ones out of the water because we were less concerned about getting back the free booze served on board and more concerned with just enjoying the water. However, after getting out of the water, it began to rain harder and the wind picked up—best snorkel cruise ever.
The crew fed us dinner as we sailed off to watch the nonexistent sunset and head back to the marina. As we are sailing back to the mainland, Kristen and I begin watching a 50-something year old man take the Freshman-in-college approach to the free beer on board. We watched from the other side of the boat as he made his way from the bar to the front of the boat with numerous cans of beer in hand only to stow them away in a previously empty backpack. The first time it happened we weren’t exactly sure we saw the situation correctly. By the third round, we knew the drill. He would wait around holding an open can of beer until the appropriate moment and would then return to the bar. He would come back to the deck with anywhere from 2 to 3 beers in hand and in look around to make sure no deckhands were around before stuffing them into his backpack. By the end of 15 minutes his pack was full and Kristen and I could see the outlines of numerous cans stuffed away.
We noticed that as we were loading the panga to leave the catamaran that he could barely carry the bag. His wife was less than amused with him and kept rolling her eyes as he struggled to load the goods on the dingy. We also laughed when the crew asked him to get off the dingy because there were too many people on it (Kristen and I wanted to comment that him and that bag counted as 2 people which is why the boat rose 3 inches back out of the water when he got off but thought better of it). Anyway, the operation getting us back to shore nearly left us down a deckhand (he was knocked overboard) and a capsized boat. It was quite the adventure…
We had a blast though and eventually made it safely ashore and in one piece. We wandered around Tamarindo for a little longer and then grabbed a taxi back to Flamingo. Upon arriving to our hotel room, I witnessed one final petty thievery moment. Someone jacked the razor blade off my razor. It was there in the morning and when I returned, the entire apparatus was there, but the blade was no where to be found. Kristen and I had a good laugh at the absurdity of it all before settling in for the night with our chocolate milk, JET bars, and Spanish television.
I am so happy Kristen was able to visit. She and I want to do another trip to Costa Rica to see the other parts sometime. I can’t wait : )
Chao,Jessica Lynn
Bus and Busts
Here’s a little update of what Kristen and I have been up to the last few days.
By the way, I think in my last entry I failed to mention my latest public bus debacle as I tried to get to the airport to pick up Kristen. It began normal enough. I took the 10:00 a.m. bus which naturally arrived on Tico Time at 10:38. This was after I nervously harassed the front desk personnel at CPI as to where the bus was. Finally on the bus, I kept a peeled eye for my airport stop. However, upon talking to the locals on the bus, I was informed that the bus would actually drive through the airport area so I wouldn’t need to worry about getting off. Two hours later we go blazing by the airport; there would be no stopping this bus.
Approximately two minutes leaving the airport in the dust, I ring the bell on the bus and the driver asks where I need to go, I tell him the airport. He laughs and I ask if I can just walk back to the airport. He agreed. So I get off the bus and begin a 20 minute walk back to entrance of the airport. Mind you, this is along the PanAmerican Highway so there is no shortage of cars and buses flying past. I finally reach the entrance of the airport with a beet red face, huff and puffing because I think I’m going to be late to pick up Kristen only to find I still have another kilometer or so to walk before I actually get to the airport terminal. Thankfully, about 100 meters into my trek a shuttle van pulls aside and asks if I want a ride. I gladly jump in, free of charge. (Kristen says this is the story of my entire Costa Rica existence—taking up free rides from people)
Anyway, I arrived to the terminal an hour early because her flight was delayed in Atlanta. Apparently the 20 minute speed walking experience was to no avail. No worries mae, I just burned off all the gallo pinto from breakfast.
Okay, back to live action. On Friday, Kristen and I searched out a beach called Playa Conchal and spent the day relaxing and watching an older woman get obliterated by the huge waves. We also watched her lose her hat (and bikini top) when one particularly large wave caught her by surprise. There were things flying everywhere. The beach was great and we got a late start so we didn’t have to spend as much time lying around wandering what we were going to do with the day. We grabbed pizza in Brasilito at a place called Il Forno and then caught a taxi back to Guanacaste Lodge.
After showering, we walked in toward Playa Flamingo to watch the sunset and once again, the sunset didn’t disappoint. It was beautiful. From there we headed to a plaza area and hung out next to a water fountain and waited on music to begin at a bar called Angelina’s…except it never began. Apparently, they don’t play music on Fridays and Saturdays like I previously was told. So we just ordered a couple of drinks and hung out before calling it a night. This was our big night on the town, by the way.
So ended Day 3 in Costa Rica for the hermanita…
By the way, I think in my last entry I failed to mention my latest public bus debacle as I tried to get to the airport to pick up Kristen. It began normal enough. I took the 10:00 a.m. bus which naturally arrived on Tico Time at 10:38. This was after I nervously harassed the front desk personnel at CPI as to where the bus was. Finally on the bus, I kept a peeled eye for my airport stop. However, upon talking to the locals on the bus, I was informed that the bus would actually drive through the airport area so I wouldn’t need to worry about getting off. Two hours later we go blazing by the airport; there would be no stopping this bus.
Approximately two minutes leaving the airport in the dust, I ring the bell on the bus and the driver asks where I need to go, I tell him the airport. He laughs and I ask if I can just walk back to the airport. He agreed. So I get off the bus and begin a 20 minute walk back to entrance of the airport. Mind you, this is along the PanAmerican Highway so there is no shortage of cars and buses flying past. I finally reach the entrance of the airport with a beet red face, huff and puffing because I think I’m going to be late to pick up Kristen only to find I still have another kilometer or so to walk before I actually get to the airport terminal. Thankfully, about 100 meters into my trek a shuttle van pulls aside and asks if I want a ride. I gladly jump in, free of charge. (Kristen says this is the story of my entire Costa Rica existence—taking up free rides from people)
Anyway, I arrived to the terminal an hour early because her flight was delayed in Atlanta. Apparently the 20 minute speed walking experience was to no avail. No worries mae, I just burned off all the gallo pinto from breakfast.
Okay, back to live action. On Friday, Kristen and I searched out a beach called Playa Conchal and spent the day relaxing and watching an older woman get obliterated by the huge waves. We also watched her lose her hat (and bikini top) when one particularly large wave caught her by surprise. There were things flying everywhere. The beach was great and we got a late start so we didn’t have to spend as much time lying around wandering what we were going to do with the day. We grabbed pizza in Brasilito at a place called Il Forno and then caught a taxi back to Guanacaste Lodge.
After showering, we walked in toward Playa Flamingo to watch the sunset and once again, the sunset didn’t disappoint. It was beautiful. From there we headed to a plaza area and hung out next to a water fountain and waited on music to begin at a bar called Angelina’s…except it never began. Apparently, they don’t play music on Fridays and Saturdays like I previously was told. So we just ordered a couple of drinks and hung out before calling it a night. This was our big night on the town, by the way.
So ended Day 3 in Costa Rica for the hermanita…
Friday, July 24, 2009
Hermanita Osita
The above pictures pretty much sum up Kristen's visit to Costa Rica so far. We've been to the beach, surfing , eating 'Nachos as big as your ass' and just having a great time. I'll be writing more later! It's weird to think that she is actually down here visiting Costa Rica and seeing how I've been living for 2 months. I am so excited that she came!
Today we are set to visit Playa Conchal. It's the white sand beach where the sand is made up of little shells. We'll be looking for adventure so that we don't have to sit on the beach the whole day. Kristen and I realized yesterday that the beach can be fun if you have something to do. If you're just sitting there it feels like an eternity. : ) We've grown up differently around water than most. We are unfamiliar with the idea that a person can just sit and enjoy the water. Our family is under the impression that if you don't come off the water banged up and exhausted it's been a relatively uneventful and boring day on the water. Kristen and I are doing our best to make sure that doesn't happen. We'll keep you updated!
Until then...
Chao pescado,
Jessica and Kristen
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
By The Way...
KRISTEN IS COMING TOMORROW!
: )
Also, I've been accumulating a small list of things I am looking forward to back in the states or things I want to accomplish (it mostly involves food, go figure : ) ). I am by no means in a hurry, but just a few random things I will hopefully enjoy.
Because I can:
1. I would like Mom's cooking (because it's amazing and it doesn't involve rice and beans 2 out of 3 meals a day), Dad as a biking companero, Kristen as my ab-routine partner, John as my wakeboarding enabler.
2.I want a real steak.
3. I want a donut from the Sweet Shop.
4. Yogurt and granola
5. I am thoroughly looking forward to my Poultry Days chicken dinner awaiting me.
6. I've decided I like using the word 'mae' a lot and will probably try to use it in the states (it's like the equivalent of 'man' or 'dude')
7. I like the beach. I still like lakes better. Lake Cumberland here I come.
8. Cell phone reception (although I don't mind not having my phone, I typically lose service down here when I need it most).
9. A car. (Simply because of my endeavor yesterday, otherwise I would prefer to walk or bike places)
So for now, the list isn't long. It's also pretty random. I like to keep it that way. It also consists of things I can do without, but are just small luxuries I will enjoy at some point. Chao for now!
Abrazos,
Jessica Lynn
: )
Also, I've been accumulating a small list of things I am looking forward to back in the states or things I want to accomplish (it mostly involves food, go figure : ) ). I am by no means in a hurry, but just a few random things I will hopefully enjoy.
Because I can:
1. I would like Mom's cooking (because it's amazing and it doesn't involve rice and beans 2 out of 3 meals a day), Dad as a biking companero, Kristen as my ab-routine partner, John as my wakeboarding enabler.
2.I want a real steak.
3. I want a donut from the Sweet Shop.
4. Yogurt and granola
5. I am thoroughly looking forward to my Poultry Days chicken dinner awaiting me.
6. I've decided I like using the word 'mae' a lot and will probably try to use it in the states (it's like the equivalent of 'man' or 'dude')
7. I like the beach. I still like lakes better. Lake Cumberland here I come.
8. Cell phone reception (although I don't mind not having my phone, I typically lose service down here when I need it most).
9. A car. (Simply because of my endeavor yesterday, otherwise I would prefer to walk or bike places)
So for now, the list isn't long. It's also pretty random. I like to keep it that way. It also consists of things I can do without, but are just small luxuries I will enjoy at some point. Chao for now!
Abrazos,
Jessica Lynn
Public Bus Experience
I spent the longest day yesterday attempting to take the public bus from San Jose to Flamingo. It should’ve never been this hard, but regardless, in total, I spent 12 ½ hours trying to take a 5 hour bus ride. I was too tired to write out a real entry last night, so here is my time schedule from yesterday. (I had plenty of time to figure it out in the bus terminal).
A.M.
3:30- Wake up to take group to airport after 2 ½ of sleep
4:00- Bus arrives to take everyone and luggage
4:15- Frantic search for the security guard to turn in keys
4:20- Near heart attack when the security guard appears behind a bush
4:30- Leave for airport
4:50- Say goodbyes to everyone (and Team JAJA) and help unload luggage for kids
5:30- Return to CPI to await a ride to the public bus terminal in San Jose at 7:00 (bus leaves for Flamingo at 8:00 a.m.)
7:30- Chauffeur arrives late to take me to the bus terminal- so we improvise.
8:10- I am left alongside an 8 lane highway at a ‘bus stop’
8:11- Bus passes that I need to take, my chauffeur doesn’t see it and says it wasn’t the right bus…it was.
8:12- Chauffeur leaves and I hang out with the locals
8:15- Horn honking and cat-calling begins from passersby
9:37- Second bus goes blazing past in the outside lane. I wave frantically to no avail
9:45- Calls begin to the main office about what to do
9:51- Main office calls the bus company and the bus company promises that the 10:30 bus will stop for me
10:38- Third bus goes roaring past. I am in the highway flailing both arms. It doesn’t stop.
10:45- Calls to the main office to find out what I should do. I am supposed to be in Flamingo by 1 p.m. Not going to happen
11:30- Seven phone calls later, I am flagging down a taxi to take me to the real terminal in San Jose
11:53- Cab driver tries to rip me off because he got lost. I only pay him part of the fare. He’s not happy. Neither am I.
11:58- I run to the bus terminal after consulting a policeman and 2 taxi drivers on how to get there only to find the noon bus is full.
P.M.
12:02- I buy a ticket for the 2 p.m. bus to Santa Cruz
12:45- I change my ticket to take the 3 p.m. directly to Flamingo.
1:00- I become intrigued by the Spanish soap opera on TV. for the next 2 hours
2:45- If you can’t beat them, join them. I partake in the Costa Rican custom of not forming lines in order to get my suitcase under the bus. Seemed to work well enough.
3:00- Bus departs
3:05- I am asleep.
8:35- I arrive in Flamingo with a less than accommodating bus driver.
8:40- I finally arrive at my hotel room.
9:15- I am asleep.
I was nervous that something would go wrong before leaving yesterday, and thankfully nothing did. I just played the waiting game all day. Tomorrow, I am taking a bus to Liberia to pick up Kristen from the airport. If this goes badly, I am paying the fare to have Kristen return to the airport in a taxi. No questions. I don’t care what it costs. : )
Anyway, I am alive and well. It was an interesting experience to say the least. I’ve learned my lesson though—never let people improvise for you when it comes to the public bus, just go to the main terminal and wait for the next bus if you’re going to miss the first one.
Time to go to work for the day,
Amor y sueños,
Jessica Lynn
A.M.
3:30- Wake up to take group to airport after 2 ½ of sleep
4:00- Bus arrives to take everyone and luggage
4:15- Frantic search for the security guard to turn in keys
4:20- Near heart attack when the security guard appears behind a bush
4:30- Leave for airport
4:50- Say goodbyes to everyone (and Team JAJA) and help unload luggage for kids
5:30- Return to CPI to await a ride to the public bus terminal in San Jose at 7:00 (bus leaves for Flamingo at 8:00 a.m.)
7:30- Chauffeur arrives late to take me to the bus terminal- so we improvise.
8:10- I am left alongside an 8 lane highway at a ‘bus stop’
8:11- Bus passes that I need to take, my chauffeur doesn’t see it and says it wasn’t the right bus…it was.
8:12- Chauffeur leaves and I hang out with the locals
8:15- Horn honking and cat-calling begins from passersby
9:37- Second bus goes blazing past in the outside lane. I wave frantically to no avail
9:45- Calls begin to the main office about what to do
9:51- Main office calls the bus company and the bus company promises that the 10:30 bus will stop for me
10:38- Third bus goes roaring past. I am in the highway flailing both arms. It doesn’t stop.
10:45- Calls to the main office to find out what I should do. I am supposed to be in Flamingo by 1 p.m. Not going to happen
11:30- Seven phone calls later, I am flagging down a taxi to take me to the real terminal in San Jose
11:53- Cab driver tries to rip me off because he got lost. I only pay him part of the fare. He’s not happy. Neither am I.
11:58- I run to the bus terminal after consulting a policeman and 2 taxi drivers on how to get there only to find the noon bus is full.
P.M.
12:02- I buy a ticket for the 2 p.m. bus to Santa Cruz
12:45- I change my ticket to take the 3 p.m. directly to Flamingo.
1:00- I become intrigued by the Spanish soap opera on TV. for the next 2 hours
2:45- If you can’t beat them, join them. I partake in the Costa Rican custom of not forming lines in order to get my suitcase under the bus. Seemed to work well enough.
3:00- Bus departs
3:05- I am asleep.
8:35- I arrive in Flamingo with a less than accommodating bus driver.
8:40- I finally arrive at my hotel room.
9:15- I am asleep.
I was nervous that something would go wrong before leaving yesterday, and thankfully nothing did. I just played the waiting game all day. Tomorrow, I am taking a bus to Liberia to pick up Kristen from the airport. If this goes badly, I am paying the fare to have Kristen return to the airport in a taxi. No questions. I don’t care what it costs. : )
Anyway, I am alive and well. It was an interesting experience to say the least. I’ve learned my lesson though—never let people improvise for you when it comes to the public bus, just go to the main terminal and wait for the next bus if you’re going to miss the first one.
Time to go to work for the day,
Amor y sueños,
Jessica Lynn
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