One last morning for a beach run and getting delicious crepes for breakfast! We said our goodbyes to Otro Lado and packed up our stuff. Before we headed out of town, we took one last stroll down the street. Mostly because Nick really wanted to buy a T-shirt from the surf shop where we rented our boards (a shirt that he didn’t try on first and now may very well become my shirt - I’m wearing it at the moment and I quite like it :). We walked a bit further down the street and wandered into a few other shops. Shop owners here can be really chatty once you get them going.
Before we got back to the car, I couldn’t help but stop and play with the little stray puppies. There are stray dogs everywhere! But these two were especially cute! Although Nick may argue that I try and say that about most of them...
Asking for directions to Coco from multiple different people, we got about that many different opinions about how to get there. Following the advice of the majority, we drove back around to Paquera and made our way North from there. This is the part where we get to really appreciate Jimmy. Sooooooo bumpy! Dirt (or rock) roads. HUGE potholes. Honestly, parts of the drive looked more like a cliff face than any kind of intentional road. But after Nick’s absolutely heartbreaking accidental drive past Burger King without stopping and about 6+ hours of driving (even though we were told the trip was about 3.5hours), we made it to Playa Del Coco!
Some pictures from the drive.
Jimmy had a little hiccup.... Nick fixed him :)
After a very long drive and both of us in need of food, we were a little upset with the check in process at the condo. We were greeted all friendly and then shooed to a restaurant for a “welcome drink” where we sat for a half hour before anyone bothered with us. Something must have been going on. Even when they did bring us over to check us in, we were shooed away by the next person for a “free cocktail” (aka the same thing we just got) because our room wasn’t ready. This is at like 6pm. Tired from the drive and just frustrated, we weren’t really in the mood to say anything positive about our new accomodations. But once we unloaded our stuff, we walked up to the terrace above our room and caught the last little bit of the sunset. The view and the sunset brought our spirits back up a bit.
We kept telling ourselves all week that we were going to go out tonight because it was Saturday, so despite being tired, we got ourselves ready (and by we I mean me... Nick prepared by taking a nap) and we headed out to dinner. We took one walk up and down the main road scoping out the place. Both of us having our hearts set on pasta, we returned to the same restaurant where we were served drinks earlier. From there, we mustered up the strength and energy to go out dancing. We were referred to two different places for dancing, one of them being The Lizard, which was just on the corner of the street. Nick ordered his Pilsen and the bartender made me a fruit drink that I was very pleased with.
We sat and people watched for awhile listening to their very dancey and Pitbull dominant music choice (again, I was pretty happy :). It didn’t take long for us to notice a distinct age group starting to fill the place. Apparently nobody informed us that from the hours of 9-11pm, all bars are completely overrun by teenagers between the ages of 13-18. The staff must have realized our mistake, which would explain the free shots that they brought out to entice us to stick around. One of the staff took a liking to us and kept offering to go grab us drinks from the bar and coming back to chat. He also asked to buy Nick’s Seattle hat right off of his head. Between the music and the entertainment of watching the teenagers running back and forth across the street between the bars we did manage to stay long enough to see them clear out and people our age fill the bar. This also cleared up some space on the dance floor, so we could get a little dancing in before we left. Ears ringing, we left the bar feeling accomplished for doing what we said we would :)
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