My Costa Rican Love, Day 6

For our final full day in Costa Rica, we awoke at an early 8:30 am for breakfast, which we ate at the restaurant on site. I, with my heart of gold, once again fed my toast to my poor little starving brother after he finished his little meal of rice and beans, and then gave most of my eggs to the little black chihuahua that begs and whimpers, much like David, until he his fed.

After breakfast, we took a post-meal nap before figuring out the details of what type of ziplining tour we wanted. Once we decided that, we took off, although not before Cliff did his little ditty of cleaning up the room therefore taking away any job the you know, housecleaning service might have–we had to stop him after he began arranging the glasses in a particular order on the shelf– we began the thirty minute drive down the worst road imaginable. Cliff did his best to avoid potholes (and his best was not very good, I might add–although he kept repeating that he was a “country boy who knows his way around a backroad…”), but I was still pretty carsick by the time we arrived at SKY TRAM SKY ZIPLINE!

The zipline consisted of 8 ziplines in all, 5 of which are several miles off the ground. I feared I would pee my pants, however, in the end, it was pretty fun. The view was spectacular and I even managed to have a spanish conversation with one of the tour guides. It pretty much went like this: What’s your Name? My name is Maggie. Is this your first time in Costa Rica? Yes. Is this your first time ziplining? Yes. How long are you here for? Five Days. Then he said some other stuff and I just smiled and nodded. Ahh, communication. My four years of Spanish really paid off.

After that adventure, we retreated to our hotel for a little nap and a jog. The jog was rough for David, because the run was a mile down hill, then a mile uphill. I decided to just run the mile downhill, then walk the rest of the way up. I think I ended up more satisfied. Although, back at School, I often run in just a sports bra and shorts. It’s so hot that anything else seems a little impractical. I learned pretty quickly that in Latin America, that type of dresscode will elicit unwanted attention. A lot of it. And not the kind that boasts your self esteem, but the kind that wishes you’d purchased the machete in the grocery store in order to ward off unwanted predators.

Jog aside, we ventured into town for dinner. Dad wanted to stop at a store, then David needed to buy some trendy art for his room back in the States. I bought a shot glass. I mean, you can’t be an MSU student and not bring back alcohol periphenila from springbreak.

Dinner was amazing. David had chicken cooked in a pineapple and Dad and I both ordered a chicken that is broiled inside banana leaves. It was so good, it was the first time I’ve been completely full since leaving Michigan.

Back at the hotel, we did our final dip in the natural springs pool before we had to come back to our room and pack. Tomorrow, we have to get up and be on the road by about 6:30. Our flights both leave around noon, but we won’t be back in town until probably midnight.

Unless of course, Dave and I manage to find work and then we just won’t leave Costa Rica at all. *