1/17: back to the city

Today was a travel day. We left Quepos for a 4-hour drive to San Juan.

The girls researched a kayak trip in the mangrove swamp but it started at 7:30, so I decided to pass. Ultimately, they did too.

Instead, they walked down to the beach for one last swim. I went part of the way down to the beach but the trail was rough and steep and my knees were barking at me from the day before so I turned around and got lost on the way back up to the house. I thought it would be a fitting end if I died in the jungle.

The girls took their snorkeling equipment and they said the water was much clearer.

We packed up and hit the road. Most of the roads were well-paved and alternately high-speed/limited-access toll roads or two-lane roads like we had been seeing before.

The girls kindly researched a plant-based restaurant on our route so we stopped there for lunch.


It was a lovely little outdoor place with lodging on the property.


This is what a plant-based hamburguesa looks like. Annie and Honora also got vegan burgers. They were all very good even if the service was a little slow.


We arrived at Hotel Aeropuerto a little too late to hit the national museum in San Jose, so we caught up on email and hung out at the pool.

The hotel itself is very nice for an airport hotel (we can hear the jets taking off) but the room is big enough for three double beds and the grounds are very nice. It has a "walled compound" feel because all around the property it is pretty ugly.

I am showing you all these pictures because it is so nice to have fast internet again.


Our room was on the second floor and this is the view of the entrance to the lobby.


A cute walkway around the grounds with informational signs.


I finally got in the water. I confess to being a water princess: no salt water, no waves, no sand, no freshwater plants or animals.


This garden path led to a building out in the back where I met a friend who I think spoke Spanish.



Tomorrow Honora and I (coincidentally) take the same flight at 7:00. The airport will take us there for free but we have to take it when they offer it and that means a 3:30 trip. Ugh.

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