Monte Carlo Condominium
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- Shuttle bus service
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... town for dinner. We enjoyed another meal at The Taco Bar. Back at the room we retired early. Elizabeth had to leave for the airport at 3am. We slept through her alarm. Luckily I woke up at 3:18 and we were able to rush her out to meet Juan Carlos. It was amazing to meet Elizabeth and hard to say goodbye. We bonded so much, in such a short amount of time and Costa Rica will not be the same without ...
... flying home from here this afternoon; I wish she could do another show for us. Her husband is also appearing on a cruise ship somewhere this week; he is Mark Preston who joined The Lettermen in 1984, left in 1988, rejoined in 2006 and left for a solo gig in 2011. I asked her if they ever perform together. She said their voices blended beautifully but that her man preferred to perform alone. His loss, I'd say.
Temp.....27 We decided to do an organised tour here which took us for a drive through the country and then to a village from which we boarded a flat bottom boat to go looking for birds and crocodiles. It was a very good tour and we saw many birds and crocs. It was a very hot day but really nice breeze on the boat which made it a very pleasant day. When we arrived back from boat trip we were treated to some ...
It's day 6 and we arrive in Puntarenas, on the Pacific Coast of Costa Rica, Its situated between the volcanic beaches of the Golfo de Nicoya and some of the country's highest mountain peaks. Within a half-hour's drive from the port, tropical jungles give up their secrets to the casual observer. Trees flash with color as macaws, toucans and parakeets take flight, and howler monkeys scream in the distance. We took a tour of the coffee plantation and botanical ...
... The idea had merit. The three of us would rent bikes and ride the hard-sand beach at low tide as far as time would allow. I’d gone over the Spanish in my head regarding renting the bikes and negotiating a fair price. I parked the car under a shade tree and we walked across the dusty road and up a small flight of uneven stairs onto what appeared to be the hull of an old wooden fishing boat with a thatch roof top in dry dock. As I reached the ...