Gavin and I left around the volcano mountain around noon and began our drive southwest to the Pacific coast of Costa Rica.
It was foggy and rained. Then the sun came out. We are beginning to get used to this erratic type of weather.
We arrived just in time for sunset at the Los Sueños Marriott Resort, which (thankfully) we were only slated to stay at for one night. It was beautiful and I’m sure anyone would like it. But Gavin and I definitely preferred less commercial accommodations and looked forward to our next place in Quepos.
We made the best of it though. That night, we went to eat at a local restaurant close by called, Bar Restaurant Punto 4. Gavin ordered a burrito in Spanish and ended up with fried chicken again. We decided maybe he should continue ordering in English. I had a shrimp and rice plate that had a nice sauce with is. Super delish. Gavin and I planned to spend the next day at the beach and pool doing only one thing: relaxing.
On Sunday, December 2, we landed in Costa Rica, at San Jose International Airport (SJO.)
Our first stop was the rental car place, called Thrifty. Once we had our car, and a very helpful GPS (Gavin’s idea), we were on our way for the long drive to our first accommodations in La Fortuna, a hotel – or village made up of separate rooms- called Montaña de Fuego (Fire Mountain.)
There were also lots of hitchhikers along the side of the roads. We saw a sloth and two goats. That was the fun part.
Since it took nearly three hours to get our car, it was getting dark by the time we left. (We were on Costa Rica time now. It is not nearly as fast-paced as NYC.)
The road we had to take right before getting into La Fortuna – the twisty, winding road that snaked around the mountains – was unreal. The fog was so low that we could only see about a foot in front of the car (four wheel drive- THANK JESUS.) There were nearly twenty different bridges to cross and speed-racer natives zipping at us occasionally on this very, very narrow road with steep ditches and cliffs on the side. We were definitely scared, to say the least.
Finally we arrived at the hotel and checked in. The room we were in had a direct view of Volcán Arenal. It was dark and covered in clouds but, honestly, we were just happy to be alive at that point.