December 5, 2011
Day two in Costa Rica…
Exotic is the word of the day.
The day began with Eva, Kyla, Jess, and I attempting to grab one of the few seats on the shuttle amidst the swarming crowd of others with the same intent. Instead of docking in Puntarenas as the itinerary said, we were docked in Puerto Caldera. To get to Puntarenas, we had to take a half-hour shuttle. The shuttle only ran on every hour, so everyone was pushing and shoving to get on the first 9:00 departure. Luckily, all four of us managed to get a seat amongst the vultures. We hopped off the shuttle right in front of a bank, where everyone got out money. There was a line of locals, but a security guard insisted that we cut all the locals and not take a number like everyone else. The Costa Ricans didn’t even seem upset that the guard forced us to cut them. I am not sure if this was because of their running of “Tico Time” or what? They even smiled at us as we cut them? I was somewhat concerned… That would not fly in the States at all. I can only imagine the mayhem that would break out because of this incident if it were an American bank… After the bank, we made our way towards the shoreline. Along the water there were stalls and booths set up selling various wares such ranging from jewelry, coffee, purses, and etc. After posing for pictures and what not, we made our way back to the bank as everyone had used up most of their money in the “market.” We ran into Maddie, a Lifelong Learner who hails from Hawai’i. She told us of an amazing restaurant just down the street, and we pleaded with her to come eat with us. We feasted on chicken fajita with fresh veggies and some sort of plantain pancake. After lunch, we went back to the market and also stopped in a supermarket. Kyla bought tortillas as she wants to make her own breakfast burritos, and Eva bought me some ice cream J Hot and tired after only a few hours out and about, we headed back to the shuttle stop. On the shuttle, Eva was teaching us Samoan phrases and songs. We got back to the ship, and met up with Lizzy and her sister Ally, and her Aunt Cynthia. I gave them a tour of the ship alongside Liz, and then after just a short time, we were waving good-bye on the gangway. And that was Costa Rica J