Herradura Golf Resort & Conference Center San Jose San Antonio De Belen

... the street then turn right down a path at a sign. We found the sign and the path...little did we know that the "path" actually led up the volcano, in the complete darkness of the jungle. Most of the time we weren't even sure if we were going the right way but there were a few signs that kept us hoping that pizza was at the end of our journey. Only snags in our path was when we came upon a giant black snake and later a giant tarantula. Luckily the pizza was delicious! The hostel was ...

... we always hoped and felt that Ian would reach out to us again, when he felt he was ready. It never happened. And then, last week, on March 20, 2009, Corey called us in Costa Rica with some news of Ian, the first we had heard in many years. By accident my sister had seen in the Eugene Register Guard the obituary reporting the death of Ian's father. The notice names two children and to finish the story, a last detail - "Another son, Ian, died previously ...

... a few of those and lunch for Sean, it sounded like a brilliant idea to try Geri, a local liquor that it supposedly quite potent. It went down easy, the smell was more offensive than the actual flavor, and nothing was as offensive as the ridiculous Latin 80s music videos playing on TV. I'vie never seen so many sequins in a straight bar. From there, we headed to Muse Oreo. Actually it was three museums combined. The attendant took our money and promptly informed ...

... was impressive. There were no translations - but a fairly equal mixture of Spanish and English throughout - except for the homily by the bishop which was in Spanish. The service ended at about 11:50. Long, but we remember church services in Tanzania and Coptic masses in Cairo which lasted for four hours! There were two children's groups - one group playing guitars and the other a girls' choir - both groups from local Catholic parishes. Just when we thought it was time for the ...

... never lost eye contact with me as they beckoned me thru the maze of desperate drivers. It was about a 20 minute drive into downtown San Jose. I felt very foreign at this point... it was about 10:30 pm, not a business open. Dirty streets and storefronts, and all metal garage style shutters locked up tight, mile after mile on every store facade. People hopping around without shoes and strange limps in their ...

... 3rd - Lazy period in the trailer park, catching up on some chores and having a break for a few days. 6th- Set off this morning to go to a Mercedes garage to get some work done. We wanted a leak by the window sorted out, but on arrival we were told that they would be sending us to a coach builder to do the work. A couple from the coach builders, Sanabria, came to the garage and we then followed them to their workshop near Desamperados. It's on the southern outskirts of San ...

... closed at 8:00pm, he proudly hit the final button and announced that our laptop was once again connecting to the internet. We were both overjoyed with the news and when the technician said he only wanted $5 for his efforts, we became ecstatic. This had definitely turned out to be a great day. It was dark outside when we stepped from the internet café. Looking at our parking spot directly across from where we stood, we decided it ...

... the way. At one point, we passed a rather untidy looking man. His hair was in disarray and his clothes tattered and torn, however he wore a grin from ear to ear and we both reasoned that it may be because he was proudly carrying a large live chicken under his arm. The grin may also have been due to him being all hopped up on something as his eyes shone like glass and he appeared to be gazing into nothingness while talking to himself. We ...

... a couple stops. On the last lag we were starving, but I poked around and found a bag full of cookies and crackers, along with a surfing mag and some colones, that some surfer dudes had left behind. It was our salvation! <br><br>When we finally arrive via the unpaved hilly road, we found the Hotel El Jardin del Eden a beautifully landscaped, Moroccan style retreat. Pauline&#8217;s relative works there and got us a nice air conditioned room with ocean-view balcony and poolside ...

... There were plenty of restaurants to choose from, ranging from gourmet establishments to the local Soda counters, or the ubiquitous pollo frito y papas (fried chicken &amp; chips). We often enjoyed 'casado' or 'plato típico' which generally included beef, chicken or pork, rice, beans, fried banana and a touch of salad- very tasty, although somewhat bland compared to the spicy dishes of Mexico. Again with some reluctance, we finally left the Monteverde ...