We left San Isidro and it's many ice cream parlors to head to San Jose for the end of the year. We stayed in a suburb of the city, Yoses, for one night; the hostel (Casa Yoses) had a very nice outdoor relaxing area and a pool table and darts, but our room was next to the computers (with free 24 hour Internet) and there were some very exuberant late night e-mailers staying there. And when I say "exuberant" I mean drunk. And loud. And amused by their own frequent flatulence. We moved to another hotel the next day.
It was a little strange to be in a capital city that seemed to be closed for New Years. We spent the 31st walking around the empty university district and campus, admiring the graffiti and the koi ponds. In the evening we cooked dinner and Anikah "played" with the hotel owners' 17 month old, Jimena; this consisted of Ani staring intensely while Jimena tried to tackle the cat, which was amusing for everyone, except maybe the cat. That night, we toasted the ball drop in New York (one hour ahead of midnight in Costa Rica) with some Nicaraguan rum, and Ani woke up around 11:30 so I was in the room with her when every conceivable combination of firework was ignited at midnight. Libby said it was amazing, so I'll take her word for it. Lying on our foam mattress bunk, snuggled between a softly snoring warm baby and a softly snoring warm Phil, I celebrated a new year.
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