Greetings from San Jose, Costa Rica! Robert and I flew out yesterday afternoon. His luggage weighed twice mine -- bikinis just don´t take up much space-- and we were on the red eye out of Denver at midnight. Before we knew it, we had landed, cleared customs and at 530 a.m. were launched onto the streets of San Jose.
The city was already awake and lively, which is more than I can say for the two of us, unwashed and rumpled tourists that we are. Our wonderful pension, Casa 69, owned by a German man from Saarbrucken, checked us in immediately. I jumped headfirst into the shower; Robert barely removed his shoes before crashing out on the bed. I left him to sleep while indulging in a perfect eggwhite omelette, which was not easy to order....I had to do some fancy explaining, and I bet they´re still talking about it. Sigh. After that, I left Robert to his repose and hit the streets of the city.
Our hotel is a bit out of the city center, (but conveniently located to the Nicaraguan embassy so it´s easy to find). I´ve put some tracks on my tennies enjoying the sights and sounds and smells. I found an ATM to withdraw the local currency but then realized I had forgotten the exchange rate and was uncertain whether I was withdrawing $10 or $1000. Zipes. Fortunately for me, I guessed correctly, and have $10 to splurge on whatever tourist fancies grip me (and there are many, many).
Sending you my love!
Love T
thanks for the update. I can imagine the conversation in the kitchen.
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Dad