What a whirlwind! Friday night = Turrialba
for our last adventure with the Alvarez family (amazingly fun/emotionally
draining); Saturday = trip to Turrialba -> San Jose -> Hotel Aranjuez
-> delicious dinner on the twon -> Discoteque to check out the dance
scene -> amazing breakfast. And then the fun began. Alan and I parted ways
at the hotel door and headed to our separate bus stops. My bag is a million
pounds – full with warm clothes I was told to bring but will never use. Lugging
that thing into and out of taxi’s is not a lot of fun. It’s even less fun when
your taxi driver drops you off two blocks from where you need to catch the bus!
Through one of San Jose’s crumby ghettos I walked with two bags on my back and
rolled my huge, overweight suitcase. People walked right into me, then shot me
a stare as if I had intentially cut off their path. Open your eyes folks!
Ready
to board the bus, I asked the driver if there was space below for large bags.
Why wouldn’t there be, there has been for every other bus ride I’ve taken. But
no. I lug my huge pile of bags on to the back of the bus, stopping to pay and
ask the already frustrated driver if he can tell me when I get to my stop (duh!
I have no idea where I’m going). I arrive in Ciudad Colon, only to find that
the phone I’m supposed to use has been ripped from the unit, and must walk up
hill to the city. At least this walk wasn’t at night, over bumpy rocks and in
the middle of the jungle. Two unanswered phone calls to my new residence had me
worried, as did the 3.5 hour wait at a random gas station. A third call to the
office phone (the one I was instructed to call, but mixed the numbers) was answered
and my ride arrived in 15 minutes. Why must travel be so challenging?!
