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Travel Blogs from Nosara
... of the house down here in Nosara, Costa Rica to give us a lift. We knew Frank and Denise would have a car. We just hoped it was big enough for four of us. Jim was planning to go home the next morning anyway, so it
worked out rather well. It’s a 5 hour drive down to this remote part of Costa Rica and the roads are appalling, especially at this end. Wide, dirt tracks, pitted with stones and boulders makefor a bumpy ride. When we eventually got to ...
So I got a little behind in the blogs because we have been so busy. The morning before leaving for Nosara we did a Coffee Tour in Santa Elena. We went to a local farmer who grows his own beans as pat of a coop. We leaned everything from growing to processing the beans which is all done locally. After the tour we grabbed another bite from Taco Taco in Santa Elena (sooo good) and hit the road to Nosara. We arrived ...
... in town was the Independence Day
celebrations in which busloads of marching bands and drum majorettes had come
into town to play their music and put on a show. Sadly, the weather didn’t know
what day it was and throughout the day the rain fell in torrents. To their
great credit the participants although mainly soaked to the skin, especially
the girls in their skimpy outfits, didn’t allow this misfortune to ruin their
fun and kept up their ...
... for the briefest of moments.
It was weird. And it was getting quite dark. It was too much for these two gringos and we had an hour drive home in the dark.
Turtles be damned, we would swim with them tomorrow. We were heading home.
Baptism By Fire
Costa Rica was not done with us for this day .. not yet. Our drive home was uneventful and we were able to find the riverless route. But upon walking into our bedroom we were ...
... that makes you feel drugged to listen to, played at the perfect volume to drown out any sound you would not like to hear , (and really, that's the way the French would want it).
Really, there is not much to relate in version two- pool, naps, books, French music, blissiness. We all felt like we were in that poppy field in the Wizard of Oz: drowsy and just a little not aware of the rest of the world except ...