Finally after 3 long weeks of roughing it (okay, so my version of roughing it, but the tents were pretty bad), we made it to our resort between Puerto Viejo and Manzanillo. While I wouldn't by any means say it was the nicest resort I have been to, it had air conditioning and hot water which are hard to come by. When we arrived at the hotel, the boys from our group, they're gentlemen let me tell you, grabbed their keys and bolted to their rooms. The girls we left behind to patiently wait for their keys.
I roomed with Jillian and Becca. There were three beds in our room, two doubles and a single, but you could have rolled across all of them and never fell to the floor. Also, our room had sliding glass doors which was strange, so we had to be extra careful to close the blinds. That night we had probably the most fabulous dinner we had so far. We got to pick out any meat we wanted (from like 7 different kinds) and they cooked it up fresh in front of us. That night we just hung out at the resort and went swimming in the pool. We were told to stay away from the ocean, even thought it was right there, because there were crazy rip tides.
On Saturday we left early to go to snorkeling on the Carribbean coast. It would have been really cool if it hadn't rained the day before because the water was all murky. So after we had enough of swimming through dirty water, we go to lay out on the boat which was amazing. On our boat ride back we stopped at the point of the penninsula for a fruit break. Everywhere we go we get fruit, usually pineapple. While the fruit was tasty, the exciting part was that we stopped where all the monkeys hang out. We got back on the boat, but instead of taking us to where we started, we got dropped off on the beach to casually stroll back for lunch. We ate at a traditional Costa Rican-Carribbean restaurant, but it took forever. We stayed around the town a little while, but there was nothing much going on. One of the most exciting things we got to do was watch TV. We never get to watch TV (especially since our TV is behind the dining room table). Oh, I forgot to mention the bathroom in our hotel room. We had a jacuzzi. And our shower was in the jacuzzi. And there was no shower curtain. And there was a mirror right in front of the shower. Special I know.
That night we decided we wanted to go into Puerto Viejo. Only 13 of us went because everyone was trying to scare us by saying how sketchy the town was. But we were safe and made sure we were always together. We got into town around 9:30, but nobody told us that nothing happens in town until at least 11. We wandered around for a little bit and ended up at a bar called Johnny's that was right on the beach. We just sat at tables on the beach because we were the only people there. Then we checked out this Carribbean themed place with live music, but it was mostly Ticos, so we went back to Johnny's. This time there were more people there. And guess who would be there, but Kathleen Suwanski, my old next door neighbor. Fancy that.
Suday morning we got up and went zip lining. I went in the first group at 7:45 am. We took a nice long drive on unpaid roads probably all the way to Panama. We were only 40 km from Panama and we drove forever. The zip line place we went to was amazing. There were 15 zip lines. Most of them were connected, but some of them had killer walks between them. On one of the zip lines we got to go upside down, which was super cool, but a little painful because the harness was digging into me. That afternoon we lounged by the pool and by the ocean. It was so relaxing and completely necessary because we have been going nonstop all trip. That night we went back to Puerto Viejo, but with more people this time. However, we forgot to take into account that it was a Sunday night, so most of the places were closed. That was an interesting trip because our bus driver decided to go out once he got to Puerto Viejo and he seemed drunk when he took us home. And I say seemed drunk because we had to pull him out a bar and then he peed in the woods before he took us home. Somehow we survived, and the trip probably wasn't any more ridiculous than normal because we had to dodge all the potholes anyway.
Monday morning we left early to go to Earth University. That was not fun. We took a tour through the farming section and after lunch we went to look at all the livestock. However, they forgot to mention that we were going to get eaten alive, so no one was really paying attention. We were more focused on keeping the bugs off. That night I counted my bug bites on my legs, and I had 48. Yes, 48 bites. I think that's a record for me. The other weird thing about that tour was that the guide spoke in Spanish to our guide and he translated for us. But later on in the tour we heard him talking in English. But finally around 4 we got back to San Jose for our last week.
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