My Costa Rican Love, Day 3

Hola!

It’s a sunny 85 degrees here in gorgeous Costa Rica. Of course, I don’t mean to make you jealous, but if you live in Michigan and it’s snowing, well, you should totally hop on an airplane and come hang out with us down here.

The day began when the War of the Air Conditioner began. I believe it was sometime around 5 am, when David first awoke to tell Cliff to turn down the air conditioner because he was freezing. Cliff then explained that his temperature was fine, which led to some type of standoff. In the end, it resulted in me having to wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt to bed in freakin Central America in March because Cliff likes to keep himself chilly at night. Alas, this is at the discomfort of others.

But I digress. Several hours later, I awoke in time for breakfast. Again, David insisted on the typical Costa Rican breakfast, which meant fabulous rice and beans for him. Cliff switched to pancakes. I switched to eggs and bacon. I have to eat the eggs because I need the protein, due to the fact that everytime I buy snack food, it is instantly consumed by the vacuum that is my brother’s stomach. Therefore, the food I order is necessary for my survival throughout the day.

After breakfast, I strolled to a nearby lounger and read a book/laid in the sun for several hours. With a breeze, you can’t tell exactly how hot it is, until however, you realize you are very, very, very red. My new goal for the trip is not to come home with a tan, but to come home sans a winner in a lookalike contest with a lobster. 

In the afternoon, I was bribed into our car, told we were going to the supermarket where Coca Cola Light would be purchased. Little did I know it was a ploy to force me to sit in the back seat while the two Flood men got the adventurous part of the day out their system.  While they explored the more “native” parts of Costa Rica, I read a book. 

With all that adventure in my system, when I came back, a nap was in definite order. We then went for a run and then, to mix things up a little, we went to the same restaurant for dinner we’ve gone to for the past three nights. Because hey, when something works, something works. 

Dinner complete, David and I drove out to Playa Coco to see his friend, Maggie, from High School. We had a few drinks and then drove back here, where David currently oversees my writing of this blog (but is not aware of the extremely complimentary things I write about him), in order to use the computer after me. 

Tomorrow, if we survive the War of the Air Conditioner tonight, that is, we’re off to the volcanoes. I’m told that means the Beach Bum part of this vacation is over and it’s time for some activeness. Oh boy.