Picures Report
An oxcart takes up half the road as we make our way to pick the group up.
In another scene of local traffic, two busses block each other. Normally I'd say that the bigger bus wins, but this looks like a draw.
In the background is San José and some beautiful mountains.
Stephanie and Megan take one last picture with their host mom Betty.
Saying good-bye one last time in the hall at Principe de Paz.
A comon scene in our last two days driving everywhere. Tessie and Lauren get car sick, so they were always up front.
Chip tried to sit up front once to enjoy some more leg room, but that didn't last long
Ashley and Kelly weren't kicked out, they're just behind Lauren.
Here we all are after being heated at the natural hot springs.
It is too bad that we didn't get any pictures of the OSHA approved waterslide.
Is it just me, or is Grace redder than normal?
Here we are at dinner. The girls asked to hear the story of Caroline and I.
Maybe I got a bit carried away as evidenced that Chip finished his desert and I still have plenty of dinner on my plate.
Ashley and Kelly exist, really they do. You can totally see Kelly's arm and Ashley's eye there on the left this time.
Fine, we'll give you more evidence just in case.
Costa Rica Day Eleven – July 9, 2007
Today was the last day to see the ticos, and Principe de Paz. We said our long goodbyes and the women cried as the men grunted. We literally piled into our ridiculously top-heavy van and headed out toward the volcano and the Arenal hot-springs. I am pretty sure the road leading to our hotel was made entirely of speed bumps, because there is no other explanation for how my head could have hit the ceiling that many times. We visited the hot-springs for a few hours and sat in one-hundred degree pools, heated naturally by the volcano. The red glow running up my legs made me believe that the temperature was in Celsius. After the sun set, we got a glimpse of the much-active volcano erupting. An orange glow shot out from the peak, and fresh lava spat out toward the night sky. A low earthy grumble shook the ground under us. It was truly an incredible sight.
We ate dinner at Luigi’s (A Costa Rican Italian restaurant). I made an inappropriate joke involving a drink on the menu with an unmentionable name. I received many disgusted looks from around the table. Eric told the entire story of his love life in detail which lasted about 2 minutes (Haha... just kidding it took longer than that). Anyway, after dinner we headed back to the volcano, but everyone got cranky, so we turned around and went back to the hotel. A song the ticos taught me about a one legged chicken is stuck in my head and I’m sure I’ll be singing it all night. We had a good day as a group, but we will still miss the ticos and we are sad to say goodbye. Until we see all y’all in the home country, Adios.
Joel