Yes sir, that is seven bags...one in between Colleen and I on the back seat. And yes, I don't think that we have any Diatsu's in America, but hey, the guys at the rental place were going to give the car to someone else, and because Scott was a stickler and wouldn't let them we didn't get an even smaller car. Which turned out to be the best part of the trip because Colleen and I would have had to ride on the roof of the car (that wouldn't have looked odd to any of the locals by the way.)Enough about the car, so we set off from the airport in Liberia, Costa Rica on our way to Nosara. Amazingly we did pretty well for not knowing where we were going. This country does not have road signs, and we only knew we were turning onto a dirt road. So yes, as we got closer we turned onto a dirt road, which was really more like a 4 wheeler trail.
The other thing that was a bit funny as we traveled by car, is that you would come to a bridge over a river and there would be sign that would say "bridge in bad condition" (in Spanish of course) (luckily we had a Spanish translator from the states-I slept with him, he was expensive) and then usually there was a hole in said bridge...or a large ditch. Truthfully it was very exciting and really interesting. I am sure we looked like a bunch of tourists, and occasionally there would be a few skinny cows, melon fields, broken down semi's, a family of four on a motorcycle, or a dead iguana.
Funny conversation about the iguana's; Scott: "There is a dead iguana on the side of the road" (this was like the forth time he had said this) Colleen: "Scott, could you say that a little sooner so that I can see it" Scott: "Yes, I'll try mom" (okay, I thought it was hysterical)
So we drove into Nosara, and arrived at our little house. In this photo is the view we saw from our balcony. Side note: our hotel was called Lodge de Vista Del Mar (House with view of the sea)
It was breathtaking. And we got there just in time to see the sunset. Here is another photo of the yard, our house is to the right and the larger hotel is down the hill inside the gate.
So, we arrived, and I think Scott and I could have eaten a horse, we had been flying all day, we hadn't come upon a McDonalds (there was a Burger King however in the city of Nicoya), AND the mere fact that Scott had not had a come apart because he hadn't eaten was a miracle. Okay, and I had a migrane from lack of food and heat, so we got directions to a great restaurant.The directions went like this. "Go back to my sign, turn right, go to where five of the roads come together, and then take your hard left, then you will see the restaurant up the road on your left." No numbers friends, and no street names. (surprisingly, we got used to that) "Remain Flexible" was my mantra at that point. Here is us at dinner...aren't we a cute bunch?
At one point that night Colleen went to go take a drink and felt something on her hand. She quickly flicked her hand and I in turn felt something smack into my arm and then fall onto the ground. Well, it was a cute pink gecko, AND it was even cuter because it was on the ground.
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