Thats right, folks. Bea and I just flew into San Jose, Costa Rica. This city reminds me a lot of Tijuana, Mexico. From what Ive seen, it is a poor and dirty large city. I cant wait to get out to Monteverde and Fortuna and Jaco and beautiful places along the pacific coast.
Like in Spain, the stop signs crack me up every time. Alto, stop, also means "tall" in spanish.
I cant find out how to get the apostrophe symbol to work, if you havent noticed. I could copy and paste it from another page, but thats a little too much effort. Foreign keyboards are always slightly awkward.
The flight was good. I slept from the time I strapped in (before takeoff) until the time I unbuckled my seatbelt (after landing). It was great. We had a connecting flight in Charlotte, NC.. and Bea and I alternated between doing a crossword puzzle and sleeping on the second flight. Some girl took one of our seats, so the flight attendant sat us in the emergency exit row, after asking how old I was. I looked at the pamphlet later on, and you have to be 15 years old to sit there. Do I honestly look 14? Jeez. There was a man and a woman sitting behind us, and I told Bea that they were probably on their honeymoon. Later on that was confirmed.
In the Charlotte airport Bea got some nachos, which took excruciatingly long. Not her fault, but we were the last ones to board. And when we got in our seats and settled down, the smell of the nachos wafted throughout the cabin. One of the flight attendents was so excited that she even showed us her own take out meal- mango and chicken.
I miss Mango. I hope he didnt think that I left him forever, although he will probably come to that conclusion when Im in Bioko. Poor baby.
Oh, and apparantly we didnt get free snacks on board, but a nice attendant lady snuck us some cookies and snacks. That was great.
Again, I cant wait until I am surrounded by the rainforest and hiking up volcanos.
Love, S
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