Thankfully, my flights were rather uneventful, even if I had three of them to get to San Jose. When I arrived, Maxi, my bestest friend from Buenos Aires met me at the airport and we got on a bus with my baggage. Before we were able to arrive at the hotel, the bus broke down in the middle of the street! All of this happened with absolutely no explanation whatsoever, and no guidance as to which bus to take since this had happened. Of course we tried to be patient and wait, but unfortunately, the bus was not going anywhere so we got off and walked to get a taxi. Finally, we arrived at the hostel, which I am not going to lie about, I was certainly less than thrilled to be staying in such a place after traveling all night long and missing a whole night of sleep.
To make matters even less to my liking, it was a large room of twelve bunks and some chatty, annoying, younger German girls who didn’t seem to understand that they could go and talk in a common area instead of where everyone was trying to sleep. Obviously, I love my female friends, but anyone who knows me knows that I don’t necessarily want to LIVE with other females! I mean come on, look at how my first female roommate in fourteen years worked out for me in Istanbul! Let’s just say that I had a rather expensive trip to Istanbul where I taught at that school for three weeks for free and in my free time gave English lessons to my flatmate.
Despite all of this, I did manage to meet some super cool Irish girls who were staying in another of the rooms. What is really funny is that my Pa (my mom’s dad) is always telling me to go to Ireland. In fact, he just called me last week and asked me if I could just stay home and take a break from traveling. When I explained to him that I had already purchased my ticket to come here, he added, “Why don’t you go to IRELAND?” Yes, my Irish grandparents are always telling me to go to Ireland, so I thought it was pretty interesting that I would meet two fabulous Irish girls as soon as I arrived in Costa Rica!