We begin our 2019 travels with a belated Christmas in January stay in Costa Rica with family. The car service arrives at 4:45 am to get us to the airport for our 7:20 flight. We connect in Charlotte for the 3 hour 20 minute flight to San Jose, Costa Rica. Everything goes without a problem and after clearing immigration and customs we walk outside the terminal to find our smiling son, James. Standing a few feet from him is Freddy, the driver who will take us to Playa Hermosa on the Pacific coast and the villa we have booked through AirBnB.
During the 1 1/2 hour drive Freddy tells us about the area. We drive past the road to Atenas, which is where William and I stayed on our first trip to Costa Rica. Freddy makes two stops on the drive, one at the crocodile river and one to watch the sunset. The sunset is beautiful, and a brilliant start to a wonderful stay in the Jaco/Playa Hermosa area.
We arrive at Hermosa Palms in the dark. We stop at the guardhouse and have 10-15 stressful minutes when neither the custodian nor the owner of the villa can be reached. Freddy talks with the guards and one of them offers that he knows where the keys are hidden. After confirming the AirBnB photos look like the villa we enter, we all smile and say goodbye to Freddy.
The three of us rush over to the small restaurant at the pool for some food. Yoyo, the owner and bartender, tells us they just stopped dinner. Sigh. She takes pity on us and has the kitchen prepare fish tacos for us while she pours cervezas for William and James and mixes a margarita for me. We ask her some questions as we eat our dinner and she goes through her routine to close up the bar. Then she opens up her small convenience store for us to buy water, cerveza and snacks. We're set for the evening.
Back at the villa we do a little unpacking and hit the beds early. Travel days are always tiring even though we mostly just sit around. Why is that?
The three of us rush over to the small restaurant at the pool for some food. Yoyo, the owner and bartender, tells us they just stopped dinner. Sigh. She takes pity on us and has the kitchen prepare fish tacos for us while she pours cervezas for William and James and mixes a margarita for me. We ask her some questions as we eat our dinner and she goes through her routine to close up the bar. Then she opens up her small convenience store for us to buy water, cerveza and snacks. We're set for the evening.
Back at the villa we do a little unpacking and hit the beds early. Travel days are always tiring even though we mostly just sit around. Why is that?
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