Traveling with my friend Trish from Mrs. Toralbas’ Spanish Class.
We started out by immersing ourselves in nature going to a Nacional Mangrove Forest and Estatuary. On the way over, we met some older Canadians. The gentleman seemed ready for edema season or he was experiencing elephantiasis to become one with animal kingdom. Costa Rica has 5% of the world’s bio-diversity having the most species of wildlife per square mile. Good thing for leadership training at work, I’ve had my bio-diversity training, otherwise I might’ve made some insensitive comments about the blue heron and be deemed a racist for favoring the white ones. After a short hike in the foresty jungle, we saw monkeys overhead and I momentarily forgot my bio-diversity training taunting them with slightly better posture and self-control for not flinging my poo at others or eating a bug off Patty’s head. It did seem that many of the insects were clueless, as the buzz was that the wasps stuck their stingers in the bees pollen supply causing them to start the #bee-too movement. In the jungle, something bit me; which hurt like a bitch. Will it just be a sore wrist or will it be the genesis of my origin story as a superhero? Only time will tell if the swelling goes down or if I’ll become “Mosquitowoman”ridding the world of terrorists one case of Dengue Fever at a time. While I earlier saw a sloth, hummingbirds, tons of other water birds, and the monkeys; we did not see the crocodiles, so we said “See you later, Alligator” and headed to Tamarindo to hit the beach and shops.
We spent a scorching hot day at the beach. While the endless stream of bead, coconut, whistle, palm frond and shell art vendors accosted us to buy their wares stating that it was happy hour; which was seemingly every hour. My happiest hour was when they weren’t around. Patty decided to take her happy hour the old fashioned way with 2 beers for $5. Our return shuttle never came to pick us up, so things were dicey for a bit as we stood in the darkness pondering whether we would have to start a beach hair braiding concession stand. One of the locals got us a ride home in the back of a cart with some chickens to be sold at market. We opted for the 1990, Hyundai Elantra. With my pending superpowers, I should be able to fly back next time with Patty tucked under my good arm. Buenas noches!
Rubber Chicken 