We Have Arrived
[Tuesday, December 2nd]
It's day two and I am feeling a little better after a good nights sleep. It was a hard fifteen hour journey, door to door, including a red eye with no sleep, and a three hour twisty, winding bus ride from San Jose to our first destination, Jaco (pronounced ha-ko). The bus ride was brutal, but Laura gets points for saying, as we near the end of our trip, "I think we should get off the bus here" when we happened to be 200 yards from our hotel.
Jaco is very much the surf town it's made out to be. The main drag is full of surf shops and fun restaurants and bars, and everywhere you look, bronze guys with bleached hair and washboard abs are strutting towards the beach to catch waves. I look down at my neon skin and shudder.
Yesterday, after draging ourselves off the bus, we check into the Hotel Poseidon, and quickly head down to the beach, which is just at the end of the block. The sand is not ideal for sun bathing, it's on the rocky side, but I can see why the surfers like it, the beach is long, with lots of room for everyone, and the waves are decent.
We watch the sunset and it is spectacular. I am exhausted so we decide to eat at the hotel restaurant. The hotel is adorable, and the restaurant is an open air patio at the front of the hotel. We both have the coconut encrusted Mahi-Mahi and it's devine and costs about a third of what something similar would be in the states. I also muster the strength to try two of Costa Ricia's national brew, named "Imperial". I am too tired to give a full account of the beer, more investigation will be required.
It's day two and I am feeling a little better after a good nights sleep. It was a hard fifteen hour journey, door to door, including a red eye with no sleep, and a three hour twisty, winding bus ride from San Jose to our first destination, Jaco (pronounced ha-ko). The bus ride was brutal, but Laura gets points for saying, as we near the end of our trip, "I think we should get off the bus here" when we happened to be 200 yards from our hotel.
Jaco is very much the surf town it's made out to be. The main drag is full of surf shops and fun restaurants and bars, and everywhere you look, bronze guys with bleached hair and washboard abs are strutting towards the beach to catch waves. I look down at my neon skin and shudder.
Yesterday, after draging ourselves off the bus, we check into the Hotel Poseidon, and quickly head down to the beach, which is just at the end of the block. The sand is not ideal for sun bathing, it's on the rocky side, but I can see why the surfers like it, the beach is long, with lots of room for everyone, and the waves are decent.
We watch the sunset and it is spectacular. I am exhausted so we decide to eat at the hotel restaurant. The hotel is adorable, and the restaurant is an open air patio at the front of the hotel. We both have the coconut encrusted Mahi-Mahi and it's devine and costs about a third of what something similar would be in the states. I also muster the strength to try two of Costa Ricia's national brew, named "Imperial". I am too tired to give a full account of the beer, more investigation will be required.
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