Starting off on the right foot already.

Trip Start Jan 09, 2007
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Trip End Jan 17, 2007


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Tuesday, January 9, 2007

As is my wont, if at least one truly inconvenient thing is not happening when I leave, it´s not a real trip. In this case, I popped out my knee while hurriedly packing this morning, and struggled to walk all day. The hobbling got old real fast. Other than that, though, we got to the airport precisely on time, security was quick, and we were able to board immediately after the important pre-trip coffee. On the plane we noticed our fellow passengers to Costa Rica were...unusual. Some were American families and businessmen who´d made a home or second home in Costa Rica, some were hippies and surfers, a few backpackers were scattered throughout, and the woman seated next to us was a missionary.   It made for an eclectic mix.

Landing in Costa Rica, we were escorted through extremely fast immigration and customs lines, located an ATM almost immediately, and found our ride to the hostel no problem. (He had a big sign with my name on it. It would have been more noteworthy if there was a problem.)

Kabata Hostel, where we were staying, initially put us in the wrong room, then apologized profusely for the trouble when we had to switch. We walked a bit down the road to Il Pomodoro, an Italian place, where we had some excellent food, then walked up a block to Avenida Central to try and locate a super. Almost immediately we realized this was not a good plan. Not only was there absolutely no one else out except for clots of curious looking men, the street was dead quiet and my limp had grown prounouncedly worse from sitting on the plane. I was put in mind of predators waiting for the weak one to fall behind the pack. We decided further walking would violate my mother´s edict of ¨Don´t do anything dumb,¨ and turned off at the next block to find our way back behind the safely locked bars of our hostel.

The weather was lovely, but as walking was evidently out and the hostel was closing up for the night, we betook ourselves to bed in our ¨room,¨ which was actually a separate building from the rest of hostel.
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izzybaz
izzybaz on Jan 13, 2007 at 02:01PM

She lives!
I was beginning to worry there! Is that knee popping thing like what you did at work not too far back? 'Cuz that looked painful. I wish I had more snark to offer but twas not to be.

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