Traveling with my friend Trish from Mrs. Toralbas’ Spanish Class.
Today, we went on a sunset cruise leaving at 12:45p, since the sun sets at 5:20p. On the drive out, we came right up to a bicyclist, who had been hit by a tour van. He definitely looked muerte to us. That was not the sunset that we had in mind.
After taking a lovely sail surrounded by honeymooners, feeling like old married washerwoman, we stopped to snorkel, kayak, & paddle board. As soon as I jumped off the boat, my vest rose from their position of protection on the Double D’s slamming into my airway like a karate chop, as my mask and snorkel simultaneously filled up with water causing me to swallow a sizable amount of the Pacific! I choked and coughed, while being serenaded by Jack Johnson. I needed someone to hold me “Upside Down” and slap me on the back. We saw the most amazing sunset, although fellow passengers said that my face turned as many colors as the sky, during the aforementioned choking incident.
After sundown, we hung in the pool, only to learn more about Costa Rica from our sage cleaning woman, who leaves us facts like, Costa Rica has no military. It’s only Air Force is a flock of seagulls. Tonight, we learned that we are staying in a region called Nicola; which is a well known Blue Zone meaning that most of its inhabitants live well past 100. Apparently, they don’t cycle or swallow snorkels full of seawater. I think I’ll go find a nice nettie pot and call it a day. Buenas noches!
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