We set an alarm for 330 to make our 600 flight. I'm just never quite sure how early morning at the airport's gonna go. Know what I mean? Will it be super quick because no one is there? Or will it be ridiculously slow because no one is there?
(Made it with enough time to enjoy a super greasy McDonald's breakfast prior to boarding.)
Then there's the attire dilemma whenever departing and arriving in places with completely different climate situations. Freeze on the mad dash from car to airport? Or sweat through layers of clothes upon arrival to open air tropical airport?
(Ended up doing a little bit of both.)
Upon check in: no first class upgrade for us. Damn that Clayton and his non-elite status. If he weren't so cute with his "I never sleep on planes" declarations just prior to zonking out on said planes, I'd consider looking elsewhere.
[Just kidding, my love;)]
To Miami and the Eastern time zone. Then back to Central time and Liberia, Costa Rica.
(Did I ever mention how ridiculously pleased I was with our travel agent? Huh. That's weird.)
Customs at a - really small - foreign airport. Followed by the confusion of locating our previously arranged transport. Then a bouncy trip along Costa Rican country roads through the dry, dry Guanacaste region. Good times. A lot of good time.
(We saw our 12 hour travel mark come and go.)
But then, on arrival -
(wait for it)
Rum punch, an incredible breeze, and the ocean.
Yeah. That's the stuff.
1 comment:
Been there 5 times. Never used a travel agent just went got a 4x4 and drove all over the countryside. Quit going after my husband left Delta Airlines but Costa Rica is amazing. You should visit Nosara. It was my favorite place to go there. Oh and the beach in Samara.
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