In Jaco, we stayed at the owner of the ski resort's vacation home. It was very nice, and we mostly took it easy while in Jaco. What we DID do was:
EAT! When we ate out I tried not to eat anything that we would normally eat at home. I really enjoyed their "typical" dish which included rice, beans, a couple tortillas, a small salad, fried plantain, a fried egg and a choice of fish, chicken or beef. It's called a Casada. "What we Costa Rican's eat everday," they would say. The best Casada I think we ate was also the cheapest in a little hole-in-the-wall place!
| Starting with myself and moving right around the table are Lincoln, Donna, Marshall, Celesta and Jeff. |
We bought some fresh fruit for breakfast in the morning. This fruit was REALLY fresh and not imported. The pineapple and watermelon were to die for. The mango's and avocados were also excellent!
The house in Jaco was by the beach. Unfortunately the beach was a very dangerous beach and we couldn't swim. There were no life guards, and swimming would have been truly at our own risk. There would have been no one to come and rescue any stupid swimmer!
Lincoln and Marshall tried to get in the water, but one of the locals came out and soundly scared them to death about getting in. The sand on the beach was black (not white like we are used to). Very interesting.
One of the waitresses we had told us about a beach where there are monkeys that watch people and then when they (the monkeys) thought they could get away with it, they would steal the stuff left on the beach. I guess once a monkey grabs a hold of something they DO NOT want to let go of it! (which story I will use in my sunday school class this week!)
We did a lot of shopping for souvenirs in Jaco. There were security guards everywhere, guarding restaurants, guarding parking lots, etc. At the bank, you couldn't even get in the building unless a guard let you in. And at the ATM you had to swipe your card in order to get into a private booth where you could make your transaction. I actually liked the privacy and security . . . . . but on the other hand it made me nervous that I might get mugged once out of the booth!
This is an example of some of the homes we saw in Costa Rica. There are a good many of the people that are VERY very poor. I wanted to get a good picture and so we stopped the van and and I got out and walked up to it to get a better picture. As I walked up I could hear loud Mexican music coming out of the house. It sounded pretty jovial to me, but is so sad. They must have electricity. See the antenna? We were told that during the rainy season (coming up) that many of these homes are swept out to sea and you might even see washers and driers out on the beach. I guess they rebuild every year?
I supposed this was their outhouse??? I'd imagine it's pretty hot and stinky in there . . . . eeeeeeewwww!
For some reason I like this picture.
A large termite nest.
At our shuttle bus stop. We had about an hour ride back to the airport . . . . . . so sad that it was over.
The shuttle bus driver made several stops on the way back to San Jose. He pointed out this Macaw.
We also stopped on a bridge where their were several alligators hanging out. I'd say their were about 10 of them down in the river.
The driver was really working it trying to get a good tip I'll bet! This turtle was crossing the road and he had to stop and show it to us. He spoke very little English, or I would have told him we have turtles where we live!
The End! but not soon forgotten!