There was a huge rain storm last night.
At 3:00 we awoke to a giant CRASH in the woods. I could not see anything, really, and our hut seemed to be OK. I looked at the hut nearest us, and the eating hut but they looked OK as well.
In the morning I found out a tree hit Erwan and Ingrid’s house, just behind us, and tore the gutter off the corner of their roof. But no one was hurt.
It was strange to get dressed for the trip home, jeans and a shirt and shoes.
We had a long, four plus hour drive behind slow trucks crawling over the potholed one lane to San Jose. We stopped at the Hard Rock Cafe for a T-shirt, but all they had was size small or XXL.
Really?
Puta Vida my ass. Doubt I'll be back to get one.
We dropped the rental car, where they tried to charge me a late extortion fee, but they backed down pretty quick when I bared my teeth and growled like a howler monkey.
At the aeropuerto we ran into the British family from Brighton that we met in Samara. "What are the chances?" we thought, when we know all of 12 people in Costa Rica.
Got through security after a full pack search, then walked the entire airport end to end. We spent time at the bar, nursing two margaritas. I was watching a great soccer match when they changed the channel to American College Football.
Damn them.
It is the "Chick-Fil-A Peach Bowl." Does nobody stop and think, even for an instant, before granting these corporate sponsorships?
Crispy fried chicken and peaches?
And so the time passed until we could board our flight to San Salvador.
It was a quick flight, and we were served a sandwich and drink. In San Salvador, we had to once again go through security, simply because we were heading to the US. Every other connecting flight was just a walk-up, but not us.
We were on the plane in time, headed for San Francisco.
After dinner, at midnight El Salvador time, we celebrated Año Nuevo.
An hour later we landed at SFO, cruised through passport control and customs, and were at our hotel in time to celebrate the ball drop on TV.