En serio. I had an awesome weekend in Puerto Viejo de Limon. I completely fell in love with the place. Its in the carribean coast, with beautiful beaches, and a culture that is unlike any other in Costa Rica. Most of the locals there have Jamaican decent, so they have an accent but speak spanish. Its so tight!! So almost every store, restaurant, and bar are painted in red, yellow and green, bumpin their reggae music, and owned and filled with dreadlocked rastafarians. I LOVE IT.
The first night we got there, we went to a reggae club and had a blast. Probably one of the best nights Ive had thus far. I had soo much fun. Ive always wanted to go to reggae club and when I finally get to go, Im actually at one thats legit. lol. Brittany + Me + cervezas + tragos = FUN FUN FUN. (So much fun that I didnt even notice I was attacked by mosquitos during the night and am currently completely covered with red bumps and having to take pills and using cream to cure this incredible nuisance.)We didnt get to our place, which was a cool little bungalow surrounded by tropical trees and birds, until 4am and laughed ourselves to sleep about something I cant even recall.
The next day was supposed to be spent at the beach, but unfortunately it was raining so we had to stay inside. Well it actually wasnt that unfortunate because the folks that we met the night before made me forget all about our broken plans. They took us out to eat and we spent hours talking about crazy stories of the past...and yes..in spanish! Although I was doing way more listening than talking..I thought it was so cool how Ive improved enough to understand it. Then later that day we went to a rodeo bull show thing, which I did not like. I dont know if its me being too uptight but... animal cruelty does not entertain me. But after we went to another reggae-salsa-club and had another really good night.
Our last day, we finally accomplished spending the day at the beach...and it was AWESOME. The first beach we went to was isolated in its own little corner and was so calm and relaxing. The second beach we went to was just as beautiful but filled with the local rasta surfers. When have you ever seen dreadlocks on a surfboard...sooo tiight! I told you I fell in love with the culture lol.
I was really proud of myself. If you know me, you know that Im more of the ¨doesnt matter to me¨ or ¨i dont know¨ or always-getting-lost kind of girl. But this weekend, I booked our hotel, made sure that it was at an ideal location, scheduled our bus departure and arrival times, planned what clubs and bars we should hit up and it couldnt have been more successful.
But now Im back in Heredia, sad to have left a place that I for sure want to return to.
Today was my day off so I went to a coffee plantation (coffee is Costa Ricas largest export) and then went to the Museo for The Peace. The current president won the Nobel Peace Prize so the museum is dedicated to him and all the efforts of others who strived for the same goal of world peace like Nelson Mandela and the Dalai Lama. It was pretty cool. I have work tomorrow from 8am to 8am the next day, and am going to a volcano right after. In case your wondering, I went to the plantation, museum and am going to the volcano alone and by bus. Im managing to get to all these places by means of public transportation in a place without any street names and drivers who only speak spanish.
Look at me...Im slowly but surely growing up :)
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