Traveling with my friend Trish from Mrs. Toralbas’ Spanish Class.
Today, we left our 1400 square foot suite and traveled 90 minutes to the Bay of Papagayo, where we are staying at El Mangroove, a very hip eco-friendly hotel in the middle of a mangrove forest. We were told by our bellman that at sunset monkeys would be in the trees above our balcony. I saw no evil, heard no evil, spoke no evil, but also saw no monkeys. As we waited until dark to see monkeys, I got excited when I saw movement nearby only to realize it was the reflection of my calf in the plexiglass. Tomorrow, we will go on a safari where I’ll see my hip and my forehead. We did see the North American species known as the Canadian Marriott Elite Caller, as this dentist, Dr. Barry Schwartz bragged about how he as a doctor and Platinum member gets great upgrades and treatment. As he told us about his hotel rooms around the world, he managed to drop that he was a “Dr” with every other word. It turns out that dentists have one of the highest suicide rates, but that having to listen to him was the causal effect. I wanted to tell him that we were in the best building and not him and just stayed in the biggest room yet, but we Titanium Elite are in our own Fight Club. The first rule is never share that you can play 5-on-5 half court basketball in your room. However, although we didn’t see any monkeys, we met my new friend, Bigfoot, as you can see. Now, that’s a guy who needs square footage. After being out for Costa Rican nightlife; which goes to 830p, I must get some sleep before our last day with a big tour. Hasty Mañana from an undisclosed suite in the jungle.
Rubber Chicken 