First off, I haven’t broken out the good camera yet, so all of my pictures are really subpar, but I wanted to fill you all in on the details about our trip from San Jose to Montezuma.
Also, I’m working on a post about our time in Denver with my sister and her family, but I still need to load up some pictures from that trip, so you are all getting this in reverse order. I’m sure you’ll get over it.
We arrived in San Jose at about 3:00 p.m. on Monday. Aiman did really really well on all of his plane rides. They were each so totally uneventful that it is not even worth writing about – which is great. But Aiman was cute, he met a little girlfriend on the plane.
(He looks a little shy in this photo, but about 30 seconds later he had both of his arms wrapped around her neck while she was furiously trying to push him away – kid needs to work on his moves.)
And tried to destroy the Houston airport.
Once we got to San Jose we took a scary cab to the B&B we were staying. I think it is a Costa Rican law that all cab drivers must navigate the roads like complete maniacs. Other interesting note – pedestrians definitely DO NOT have the right of way. Seriously, if you ever come here, just move out of the way of the cars because they will not stop for you.
At the B&B we actually ran into the guy (Tito) whose wife is managing the rental property we are staying in. Tito is the bomb, he speaks perfect English and Spanish and ended up sharing our shuttle with us to Montezuma which was an ENORMOUS help. We love Tito. He lives just up the road from where we are staying and he’s already been a huge help with the teeny tiny wasp problem we have here. (More on that later – please don’t be scared off from coming here, we totally have the wasps under control – nearly – I mean we will have the wasps under control before anyone comes to visit. I promise!)
Anyway, we woke up the next morning around 6 and the shuttle (basically a smallish van) picked us up at 7 to take us to Puntarenas. The drive took about an hour and a half and was great once we got on the freeway, up to that point our driver navigated corners like he was driving on the Autobahn until Riaz had some stern words with him about Aiman’s propensity to puke in cars. (It’s happened more than once).
The driver chilled out and we made it to Puntarenas in one piece. There, we hopped on the ferry to take us to Paquera.
Aiman plotting to destroy the ferry – just after this picture was taken the kid tried to rip that seat off its base. He’s weird.
The ferry ride was a little over an hour long and was really pretty. Apparently it can get unbearably hot out there on the water, but it is still in the rainy season so the weather is really moderate. In any event there was air conditioning so it was basically like being in L.A.
Once we landed in Paquera we hopped back on our shuttle and our driver proceeded to forget Riaz’s stern words about puking.
Ed. Note: We had a lot of stuff since we are going to be here for awhile so we opted to pay for a private shuttle ($200). If you take the regular non-private shuttle you have to take your stuff off the van in Puntarenas and bring it on the ferry with you then pick up a different van when you land in Paquera. That option is about $45. You can also take the bus which is what most of the regular ex pats and all of the locals do. The bus is a steal at $10.
Anywho – The drive from Paquera to Montezuma is about an hour and a half on a dirt road. The road is well maintained, but after lots of rain (which they have been having) it is pothole city and it was a very bumpy ride. I’m sure you can see where this is going.
Aiman before the puke.
He seemed better, so we got on our way, but about 15 minutes later, there was more puke. Poor kid. It was miserable. Unfortunately there were a few more puking incidents before we got everything under control, it was pretty traumatic for everyone.
After Aiman’s head spun around on this body and he shouted at us in Latin, Tito suggested we make a pit stop at a nice golf course nearby and let Aiman regain his composure. We stopped, had lunch, met a really nice Scottish guy and let Aiman play in the pool with the Scot’s kid. It worked out perfectly.
After getting back on our way we drove another 15 minutes or so to Cobano, which is the main hub of the Southern Nicoya peninsula. We did some grocery shopping and then made our way down to Montezuma!
We finally got to our house around 2 (without the puking it probably would have been closer to 12) and we took it all in. Riaz took a few shots of the place, but they really don’t do it justice. The house is awesome, but its not so much the house but the fact that you are basically living in the jungle, there are gorgeous tropical plants everywhere, and nice little stream in the back that you can hear flowing all the time and we are across the street from a seriously sick (but unfortunately not swimmable – the currents are way to strong) beach. Watching the surfers navigate the amazing wave is pretty awesome though.
There is so much more to say about this place, it is really totally amazing, but I’ll save it for another post. There are some cons (WASPS), but everything is really very manageable and after a few more weeks, I think we will have this living in the tropics thing wired.
I’m stoked for our first trip to the weekly farmer’s market in Montezuma tomorrow and I can’t wait to get some good use out of the big daddy camera so I can at least try to share with you all the beauty of this place.