Tell me lies tell me sweet little lies

We are still in San Isidro, enjoying sleeping in, eating late breakfasts and avoiding any form of physical activity. We have explored, a little bit, with help from the public transportation system. Its nothing like the walking we did when we stayed near the beach. I think most of it stems from the fact that we planned on hiking the highest peak in Central America, but were sorely dissapointed to find out that in order to make it up the mountain, we had to reserve a spot at the hostel half way up. After a long day of holding our heads down and eating our miseries away in a shaded and air conditioned room, we decided we would sign up for a tour to a majestic looking waterfall near Dominical. So, by lunch yesterday, everything was set up, a guide, two horses and lunch. All we had to do was wake up and be to the bus station by 7 am. Im sure you all know us too well...we slept right through the alarm and the phone call. Feeling guilty, around 11am, we decided to sneak out without, Juan the nicest man in the country who reserved it for us, found us, guilt stricken.

We got out to the bus stop, thinking we had made it and could think of a story for later, but just then Juan comes running up to us...half smiling half annoyed. Jackson and I played ro sham bo earlier this morning to see who would have to make up an alibi better than sleeping in upon seeing Juan. Well, what happened is that Jackson told him we didnt feel well and that I was sick all night and all morning with travelers diarrhea, not too far from the truth, but still. So he persuades us to get into his car so that he can drive us to a farmacia where he tells the pharmacist what my ailments are...and I end up spending 15 dollars on some positive flora capsules. At that point we felt even worse, but realized if BMXing and art dont work out for us, we may have a carreer in acting.

As far as our day went, we ended up going back to the hotel (exactly where we wanted to escape from...and from being lazy yet again) we laid in the sun, sunburn to show for it, and played pool. I beat Jackson...TWICE! That never happens.

Now, I know you are all thinking, they are in Costa Rica, they should be doing exciting things everyday. I dont have an excuse for it, but I can say that being lazy isnt entirely terrible. We know the city now like the back of our hands and the megasuper, a mall down the street with a movie theatre...and pizza.

On Sunday, we head to the Carribbean Coast for more adventures in the sand. We also plan to meet up with my former roommates who are currently in Nicaragua, Laurel and Marcelo.

Until then,

All of our love.

Nicole and Jackson or Yackson, as they call him here.