What are we doing in Costa Rica?

It’s the end of a long day, but we’re all safe and sound in our lovable hotel room in San José. I predicted Dean would be difficult during air travel and I was wrong. He got frustrated a couple of times, but mostly he sat looking around, and babbled at us. Graham on the other hand was a piece of work. At the end of the short flight (Austin – Houston) he was crying and demanding to get out of the plane. At the end of the second flight, he sort of lost his marbles and kept trying to run away from us in baggage claim and customs. We’ve got seven bags and two car seats and only four arms between the two adults, so it was all we could do to keep G within line-of-sight. Our Sit ‘n’ Stroll was a lifesaver, thanks Mom!

We spent the entire afternoon and evening in the calm and quiet of our hotel room. Elizabeth took Dean out into the grounds for an excursion while I tried to figure out why I can get online with my laptop but not with our high-tech phone.

God bless room service on a day like this! I had my first drink in 12 weeks. No, I’m not a recovering alcoholic, I just wanted to see if I could abstain until we got here. Oh, that modest glass of red wine went down nicely. Elizabeth and I both ordered a plato tipico, which is the Costa Rican “typical” meal. It was simple, and perfect: rice, black beans, a small salad with ripe avocado slices and those bright pink pickled onions, and a succulent portion of seared sea bass. Elizabeth had the vegetarian version; Instead of fish she had beets, green beans, and a hard-boiled egg.

We’re spending one more day in San José before we take the last leg of our journey: a four-hour van ride to Puerto Viejo de Limón, our home for the next twelve weeks.

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