When we got back to our host family's home we were told "get some rest because we're goin out". While I had full intentions of hanging out at the house and getting some computer work done while waiting to go out, I passed out before they got home and no force in the world could have gotten me up. When I fall asleep it's similar to a coma and I am dead to the world. Tyson told me stories of how I "woke up" and talked about how tired I was and played with the puppy but I do not recall any of these events whatsoever. I did stay awake long enough to note all the complications that had happened at home during the five days we were laying on the beach. I suppose life does not stop and wait for you while you are away, but rather it forges on full speed, you have to catch up when you get back. This is where my anxiety comes from with no wifi for several days; facing real life stuff and things upon one's return. From new and ongoing banking issues, to tenancy issues, to strata issues, to setting up details of flights, to organizing accomadations for the next leg of our trip, to scheduling appointments for our few days at home, I managed to fill up the rest of the evening (before passing out at ten) as well as the majority of the next day. Of course I have to mention that without the help of our two sets of parents, this trip would be impossible!
The next morning we packed up, did all of our laundry and ate a brunch of long macaroni with cheese sauce, popcorn, bananas and tea (all the food we had left). We watched Spanish soap operas and music videos while we ate and happily understood much of the script. I continued with the computer work (neverending) and our host drove us to a fancy grocery store to purchase some Costa Rican coffee to bring home. At this point we ended up exchanging nearly all the rest of our US dollars which made the events of yesterday's running around San Jose to make change completely irrelevant useless.
We left Escazu a smidge later than we had intended and still needed to use up some extra Colones that we had left before heading to the airport. So we split the cash between the two of us with the intention of buying snacks for our long layover in Los Angelas. I came back with several empanadas and Tyson came back with three chocolate bars, a piece of Costa Rican peanut brittle and two pieces of bubble gum. With only exact bus fare and twenty US dollars in our pockets, we head to the airport. What we thought was a fifteen minute ride was closer to an hour and by the time we got to the airport, we were slightly rushed.
We were very proud of our budgetting skills with using up all our Colones and even saving twenty bucks for L.A. but that pride was soon crushed when they asked for thirty dollars each at the airport in the form of a departure tax. We were not impressed as it ended up costing us quite a bit to take out money from the airport at a different bank's ATM and had we known about the fee, we could have prepared for it. Tyson was very open in communicating this concern with the tax collector who did not seem to mind.
We were the last two to board the plane (which we have become accustomed to) and settled in for the almost seven hour flight. We were fed and entertained with two awful movies and just as we reached our destination I fell asleep. After the procedural baggage claim, customs and agriculture checks we stepped out into the freezing cold air. It may sound silly to say but the native English and icy air seemed foreign to us as we shivered our way to a sitting area where we waited for our next flight. Tyson worked on my dreads as I blogged and we polished off the sugary snacks until 4am when Air Canada opened their booths for check in.
I just thought to mention that as we sat waiting for our flight there were regular announcements over the loud speakers. One in particular that I found amusing was informing the military that there are lounges "free of charge" where they provide internet, showers, alocohol etc. They continuously reminded the military how much their work is appreciated. Likely all military staff are fully aware of this lounge and are told about it personally it was quite obvious to me that the announcements were a show for other national and international travellers created to ensure that everyone knows just how important the military is and how appreciated they are. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, after all we are back in the US of A.
"If we are not happy and joyous in this season for what season shall we wait"
The next morning we packed up, did all of our laundry and ate a brunch of long macaroni with cheese sauce, popcorn, bananas and tea (all the food we had left). We watched Spanish soap operas and music videos while we ate and happily understood much of the script. I continued with the computer work (neverending) and our host drove us to a fancy grocery store to purchase some Costa Rican coffee to bring home. At this point we ended up exchanging nearly all the rest of our US dollars which made the events of yesterday's running around San Jose to make change completely irrelevant useless.
We left Escazu a smidge later than we had intended and still needed to use up some extra Colones that we had left before heading to the airport. So we split the cash between the two of us with the intention of buying snacks for our long layover in Los Angelas. I came back with several empanadas and Tyson came back with three chocolate bars, a piece of Costa Rican peanut brittle and two pieces of bubble gum. With only exact bus fare and twenty US dollars in our pockets, we head to the airport. What we thought was a fifteen minute ride was closer to an hour and by the time we got to the airport, we were slightly rushed.
We were very proud of our budgetting skills with using up all our Colones and even saving twenty bucks for L.A. but that pride was soon crushed when they asked for thirty dollars each at the airport in the form of a departure tax. We were not impressed as it ended up costing us quite a bit to take out money from the airport at a different bank's ATM and had we known about the fee, we could have prepared for it. Tyson was very open in communicating this concern with the tax collector who did not seem to mind.
We were the last two to board the plane (which we have become accustomed to) and settled in for the almost seven hour flight. We were fed and entertained with two awful movies and just as we reached our destination I fell asleep. After the procedural baggage claim, customs and agriculture checks we stepped out into the freezing cold air. It may sound silly to say but the native English and icy air seemed foreign to us as we shivered our way to a sitting area where we waited for our next flight. Tyson worked on my dreads as I blogged and we polished off the sugary snacks until 4am when Air Canada opened their booths for check in.
I just thought to mention that as we sat waiting for our flight there were regular announcements over the loud speakers. One in particular that I found amusing was informing the military that there are lounges "free of charge" where they provide internet, showers, alocohol etc. They continuously reminded the military how much their work is appreciated. Likely all military staff are fully aware of this lounge and are told about it personally it was quite obvious to me that the announcements were a show for other national and international travellers created to ensure that everyone knows just how important the military is and how appreciated they are. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, after all we are back in the US of A.
"If we are not happy and joyous in this season for what season shall we wait"
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