So it's been over a week since I have written anything about my trip. I yet to have any pictures of my own since the camera I brought broke on the second day. Luckily, momma mailed a package with my other camera and some goodies =)
It's been a trip so far. After my initial days in San José, I went with a group of people to Puerto Viejo on the Caribbean coast. We only stayed for 2.5 days, but it was well worth it. We rented bikes, road up and down the coast all day, stopping off at different alcoves to swim. It was so relaxing - we even saw sloths and monkeys on the way back (and a big ass iguana ran across the street - it's weird, these animals are becoming like the plethora of squirrels and rabbits I see back home). We ate amazing food - I had everything from curry to paella to carribean style food. SO TASTY. the best thing on this trip so far has been the food. Everything is impressively fresh and cooked to perfection. It down poured the last day in PV, so I was glad to have a shitty travel day instead of wasting a sunny one on a bus.
I went back to San José and met a girl named Sara who told me about a hot springs/volcano tour she was going on. I decided to join her; might have been a mistake. Although the hot springs were enjoyable (the weather was overcast and it was great to get in, cool off, and then go to another spring), we didn't get to see the volcano due to the overcast weather and we had an amazingly obnoxious, completely incompetent, white trash American couple on our tour who ruined it for us all. I was surprised these people could even book a damn flight to Costa Rica. The man was a beast, tall wide and fat, with different mark/rashes all over his legs. His wife had spots all over her face, and she kept nagging her husband to make sure he took his medicine, was seated so his skin wouldnt chafe, and disrupted the bus ride with loud talking, stupid questions, and dense remarks. It's these types of Americans that make me embarrassed to call myself one. It will definitely be a day I will never forget. Thanks Don and Rosemarie!
I left for Manuel Antonio last Saturday - I got there at night and was in the mood to move my feet, ya herd? I went to dinner with Sara, the girl from San José, and some girls she met when she arrived earlier in the day. We went out afterwards to a club in Quepos called Republik - super trashy discotech that played old music but it was fantastic. Everything I wanted and more - a mix of locals and travelers just getting their groove on. I had a great time, but the next day just fucked everything up.
I woke up without sleeping much, a big hung over, and feelin all sorts of funky. I went to the beach early, and kept feeling worse. I slept most of the time on a chair under an umbrella, and when we went to get lunch I knew something was wrong. I was so damn hot. I tried to cool off in the ocean but by the time we got back to the hostel around 2PM I was exhausted. I lazily lied around until I had to go to bed. I took a cold shower, some advil, and thought I would get better. Well that routine continued throughout the night. Along with a high fever, nightmares, and semi-hallucinations, i woke up about every two hours to hose down and literally dried myself in front of a fan before passing back out. When I woke up, I was bathed in my own sweat and thought it was finally done. I moved my stuff to a new hostel down the road and hoped for a better day.
Well that didn't happen. My fever came back, along with chills and aches, so I decided to go to a medical clinic here. I saw the Dr. really fast and he prescribed me three shots in the ass and tons of electrolites. As soon as I got the shots I felt better, and drank electrolites like it was my j o b. I chilled out at Vista Serena - my favorite hostel I've stayed in anywhere - and got a massage to relieve my aching body which suffered contorted sleeps the prior two nights. I finally felt like myself Thursday, and have been enjoying every minute here since. I wake up, drink some coffee, eat some breakfast, chill on a hammock, smoke some cigs, and just relax. The view is just stunning from here; the sunsets leave me speechless. It's my last day to relax, so Im going to enjoy myself, take some surf lessons, and eat yummy food.
All in all, Costa Rica has been on big learning experience. Some good, some bad, but overall, a great time. You never know who youre gonna meet, where you'll be, and time here just doesnt exist. Everything is tranquil, serene. Like the name of the Hostel. Serene View.
I move into my dorm tomorrow and starts class Monday. It's time for me to leave La La Land and start a real life here in paradise. Eh, it's not so bad. =P
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