It was day one, but it was a low key, gather energy back, kind of day. This photo was taken by our waiter after dinner. Now, as I write this, I am ready for bed.
To get to Costa Rica from Alaska takes a about nine days. Or at least it feels like it.
We left on Sunday at around 5:00 PM Alaska time and arrived on Monday at noon Central time. It did look dicey a couple of times. The first two of the three flights were all late. Right off the bat in Anchorage, the gate people weren’t sure if we would make it. Fortunately, all the layovers were long enough to make it work.
The plane from Miami to Costa Rica was filled with some characters. There was the couple I sat next to who were going back for their fourth time. They had even been married there. Then there were the twin six-year olds who were returning to Costa Rica after spending their grand parents’ 50th anniversary in Disney World. They had moved to Costa Rica three months ago.
Day one was pretty uneventful. We got here, exchanged money, got settled in the hotel and decided to get a ride from the hotel into Liberia. That proved to be very expensive. Our hotel is a stone’s throw from the airport and there is really nothing out here. However a hotel shuttle costs nearly as much as the plane ticket that got us here. We should have taken a cab.
Liberia was quaint. It is full of colonial architecture. We were there long enough to walk around, see some stores, and get a meal. We ate at a place called Juaja. It started a little strange because when we sat down, we were told there was only pizza for about 40 minutes. There was no explanation, but then about 10 minutes later, we watched as the staff moved a giant commercial stove into the kitchen. I guess today was the kitchen changeover day. We ended up getting a couple of free beers for our patience.
Our waiter was very nice. His English was good. He didn’t think so. But his English was far superior to my Spanish, which allows me to say things like, “I see the blue library,” and “Where is the tall chicken?” He was very kind and insisted that he take our picture.
I don’t have many pictures for the day. To be honest, I wasn’t feeling it. But I did get a couple.
First, dogs seemed to freely roam the streets of Liberia. Here is one dog I saw.
The other shot was pretty representative of the buildings in the colonial style. The sun sets around 5:15 right now, so it was fun to sit at the bar from 3:30 to 5:00 and watch the light.
Tomorrow, we rent a car and drive to the Ecolodge where we are staying until Saturday before we move to the Four Seasons. It will take us about 90 minutes to drive there.
I’m glad Evan is driving because driving should be entertaining. Many of the signs are in Spanish! And speed limits appear to be suggestions as opposed to hard and fast limits. The drive should be an adventure. On the docket for the next few days–massage, zip line tour, horse back riding, and something on a river.
Oh, and according to our guidebooks, the Four Seasons is the nicest hotel in the ENTIRE country. I’ve never stayed at the nicest hotel in a country before!
More to come and more pictures too.