Traveling with my friend Trish from Mrs. Toralbas’ Spanish Class.
Esta es una dia finalemente. Since it’s our last day here, we did the Mega tour of Buena Vista at Rincon De la Vieja; which consisted of ziplining (bad idea for bad shoulders), water slide (even a worse idea), horseback riding (bad idea for me and the horse), locally sourced lunch (bad idea for restaurant chains), volcano (bad idea for virgins), and hot springs (bad idea for mattresses). We started out at a waterfall with our trusty guide, Humberto, who seemed to be suffering from a blood clot in his eye from a non-disclosed tour mishap. Once we got into the mega tour, I was convinced in several languages that ziplining wouldn’t affect my shoulder. Turns out the ziplining itself does not, but as they hook you in, you must jump/pull yourself up. That not only affects shoulders, but on the 2nd run, it also affected the zip-lifeguard, as in jumping up, I inadvertently kneed him in the gringones.. Aye caramba! He went down, while I went up. I guess I hit him square in the zipper line. I quit after that, as my shoulders could not shoulder on. I walked back on hanging bridges passing this 500 year old ficus tree. (Doesn’t look a day past 480!) Patty finished all 7 runs joining a Canadian tour group getting embraced by them like a Canadian goose, who returned North after a long winter. We both took a pass on both the water slide and the horseback ride ending up by the volcano. Got to lav it! We then did the steam room, mud bath, and hot springs, as Humberto took 87 pictures of us and an armadillo. After a locally sourced lunch that Humberto explained to us in great detail, we headed back. Just as Humberto explained cream of squash soup or that we could put marinara sauce on spaghetti, we’ve found that Costa Rican’s explain things to us, as if our heads are still soft from our births saying things like “this is the couch in your room (long pause), here are towels to dry off with (extremely awkward long pause)”.
On the way home, I thought I saw a cougar, but the woman couldn’t have been more than 5 years older than her boyfriend. So, Patty and I realized it was a jaguar that we were seeing sleeping up in a tree. After another no monkey see, no monkey do evening, the sun set on our Costa Rican vacation. After bidding goodnight to the aforementioned couch and towels, we called it a night to get up super early for our long trip home. As they say here, “Pura vida!” Until next time!
Rubber Chicken 