Hard to understand friendliness...

So, I sat down certain that I was going to write about mishaps on our way to Costa Rica. Sure that I was going to tell you about missing the bus to the airport, paying an outrageous amount for my luggage... that did not fly free, asking for a glass of water on the plane and being told to pay $3 and getting lost in the airport where no one spoke English. How do you say...."Where's my husband?"

But, Today We were picked up at the airport by the owner of a beautiful little bed and breakfast who spent his day talking to us and giving us all sorts of advice about moving here.

 After relaxing a bit, we were picked up by the owner of the first house on the agenda....stop... I'm from Brooklyn and have lived many years in Miami. This young man drove us clear across town, spent a generous amount of time showing us the property and the neighborhood. Before we left, he asked if we would all like to grab dinner, which sounded wonderful to our hungry bellies. We then drove to an open/patio style restaurant and we ate and laughed for hours. By the time he brought us back to the Bed and Breakfast, we still hadn't told him if we wanted the house or not but it was like we were the best of friends, hugging and kissing cheeks. Kind of weird, but kind of nice. 

Tomorrow we will be driving to Playa Avellanas to see the second home on the agenda. It is 4 hours away and the owner of the bed and breakfast has offered to take us for a very small fee... What can I say? Pura Vida!

More to come...