Traveling with my friend Trish from Mrs. Toralbas’ Spanish Class.
Today was a slow day, hence the Captain’s Log has me and Patty laying like logs by the pool and ocean. Our resort is so isolated that it’s a 15 minute drive to a main road. If it weren’t for the 5 star accommodations, I would think we’d been kidnapped and that Scott would be receiving proof of life shortly. While everyone takes US dollars, it might be the 170k colons that Patty is flashing around that might make us targets. Good thing that Costa Rican’s are ranked the happiest people on the planet. In an index of all countries ranked on longevity, feelings of well-being and ecological footprint, Costa Rican’s scored 64, yet Americans scored only 37.4. As I’m in my 1400 square foot suite, which will be happily cleaned by a sage Costa Rican maid, it tells you that money (or even Marriott Bon Voy Points) can’t buy happiness. Maybe when you live here and avoid being killed in a lava flow, eaten by a shark, eaten by a crocodile, eaten by a jaguar, contracting dengue fever, poisoned by a scorpion, falling from a cliff, or drowning in the heavy rip currents, then scrubbing a toilet is a joyous release. In the meantime, I’ll sit by ocean knowing that I can derive my own happiness ordering frozen drinks from a happy waiter. As is their saying, pura vida! I don’t iguana go home!
Rubber Chicken 