Tropical Road Trip of Culture

Costa Rica 2012

Dedicated to the Taylors

Thanks for being so vulnerable on our journey.

Terms to Know

Puntarenas  (adj.) /poon-tah-ray-nus/

1.disgusting

2. vomit inducing—think loose garbage floating in alkali ocean water with an overlay of grime, just for starters

SU-PER Bueno! (adj.) /soo-per bway-no/

1. Opposite of puntarenas

*Things that are puntarenas*

(Counted in the Order of Franklin)

Number first:

Puntarenas and its ferry

 

Second thing:

Costa Rican driving and roads

3:

3-person hotel rooms @ Mr. Punta’s hotel

Fourth:

Mr. Punta (‘Eh…Mr. Cokes, I notice you have 4 people…’)

Fifthly:

Beach Bill, the Facebook stalker

Six thing:

Wringing sweat out of our clothes after a hike through Manuel Antonio

Number 7:

Bare old man bum at the beach.

(You’re welcome for the sun sticker. Trust me—staring into the blazing sun would hurt your eyes  less than looking at this picture…)

8 thing:

Spindly jungle spiders clinging to windows during a rainstorm

*Things that are SU-per Bueno*

#1

Marshmallow Lady

Number Second:

Baldi’s ample roof for protecting us in a jungle downpour

Third:

Our friends at Envision

(Where DID that smile come from?Or did I mean smell?)

Crocodiles in the wild and Franklin’s estuaries

Manuel Antonio

(There’s a sloth in the tree…)

(And an iguana in this tree)

Eating dinner on top of a plane overlooking the jungle at sunset

Our Cabin de Romance in Atenas

Costa Rica soundtrack featuring Beck and Flo Rida

(“Hey, this is a Zumba song!”—Heather Taylor)

Highly detailed  signs

Heather’s Marriott face

(I didn’t get a picture, so you’ll have to imagine sheer, unadulterated joy and relief)

A day in the hammocks of Los Suenos, surrounded by our local friends

Jac0 (Pardon, policia—donde es Jayco?)

Miguel’s fruit stand

The Yaris

Costa Rican town plazas

‘Sounds of the nature’,

or Heather’s screams from the zipline

Traditional Costa Rican fare: black beans, plantains, and Tico Tacos (best taco I’ve had)

Also, the food that kept us alive until we went to the Super Bueno Super Mercado

Our last meal on American soil (with our ‘knifes’)…literally, on the soil…

And the last meal of our vacation, also spread upon the soil

Josue

Shallow, hot tub temperature ocean water

Body boarding at sunset

Captain’s Quarters on the beach

Mango season and the 33 we consumed

Sleepovers in a hotel at the base of Arenal volcano (which is there, behind the clouds)

Mr. Punta’s shower

Jungle rashes and shots in the bum

Jungle rain

1,000 km in one week=

Tropical Road Trip of Culture!