rental cars, ray, and rain

so we rented a car..we caved in, in a sense, but it is so wonderfly to fly, or as nicole might say, jet, around the country. we used our new found freedom to go to golfito, not necesarily one of the classic tourist destinations in the country, which was refreshing. golfito is sandwhiched between lush hills and a small inlet, which is part of the larger golfo de dulce, which is totally as sweet as it sounds. the town could be a backstreet in havana or san francisco in the 20s, colored houses squeeze in shoulder to shoulder and shops crowd ontop of grocery stores.

not that golfito is without modernity, at the end of the town is a couple sq. km enclosure ringed in barbwire where you can buy anything legal without sales tax. the duty free zone as it is called is a new world bazaar where tico families, and from what we saw, no tourists, go to buy refrigerators, kitchenaids, sunglasses and shoes. we couldnt quite figure out the duty free zone so we windowshopped until we felt sick...to feel a little more alive, we stopped in at the most beautiful cemetary on our way out of town, each above ground tomb was intricately tiled and the graves looked out on the tranquil bay... now we are back in dominical, site of our rental car agency and the last place we stayed before golfito.