Follow Up

Noted by Jackson already, we rented a car. As it has been a clutch, it has also made us feel as though we are a part of this country and not just one of the many tourists crowding the seats of buses. Learning to drive in this country has been interesting to say the least. The drivers here are agressive, confrontational and muy loco.

We arrived in Dominical from Manuel Antonio two days ago, a little surf town with a big attitude. There are more signs in English than in Spanish and those working behind counters are white, but bronzed surf bums. Golfito was the opposite. No beach, about two other tourists and a history and culture that we have been longing to discover. Remniscent of Cuba, as Jackson said, the town offered a certain nostalgia of a cape town. One of the tourists we met in Golfito, thought he would hardly call himself a tourist, named Ray, plopped himself down at our lunch table and ruled the conversation. He knew everything about Costa Rica, well, he thought he did at least...and he revealed the secret to good health and longevity, cocunut water. Although we both thought the sailor, who had given up his job selling VW's in NYC, was a little crazy, we stopped at a fruit stand on our drive and ordered up fresh "pipa fria," or coconut water. It was hardly tasteful.

Tomorrow we head to San Isidro to get ready for our "relaxing" part of the trip. We're staying in a time share for a whole week next to Chirripo, the tallest mountain in all of South Central America. We plan to take the two day trek up the mountain staying at a small hostel half way called Crestones. (After hiking through the park in Manuel Antonio, we're sure both of us are in for it).

Missing you all!