Week # 7 St. John Basco La Fortuna, Costa Rica

There are two things Costa Ricans hate, road signs and pavement.  So those who make it up the mountain to church every Sunday morning have my respect.  However, those who will give me a 3 hour spa treatment for $50 American dollars have my time and money.  So we didn’t exactly make it to church the week of our Costa Rican vacation.  We did make it into a church, and Brian told me to make up the rest, but truthfully, I’m not that creative or motivated.  I’ve been to a Catholic church in a foreign country before so I really could have made something up, and it would have gone something like this…

Week #7 St. John Basco La Fortuna, Costa Rica.  

First of all, Costa Rica is awesome, it is one of the few vacation spots we have visited more than once.  There are sloths, beaches, hot springs, monkeys, zip lines, waterfalls and beers.  And for about $230 bucks, you can rent a Nissan Tiida for a week.  What’s a Nissan Tiida you ask? I’m pretty sure it is Spanish for Nissan Versa.  As we soon learned, the Tiida is a miracle of modern machinery, it has two wheel drive and maybe a 4 cylinder engine, and somehow hauled 5 people and 5 suitcases up and down 3.5 very suspicious rainforest mountains. The .5 is because we were too cheap for the GPS resulting in a 30 minute night drive up the wrong mountain road on our way to paying $40 to take a rickety metal cage out over a canyon just to jump off in winds that would shut down most American cities. (I’m pretty sure the OSHA inspector trucks must have taken the wrong road too and never made it up to this attraction).  If you are wondering how after 30 minutes we knew we had the incorrect road, it was because we came around a bend and faced a 70 degree climb up the dirt road.  Actually that is a lie, it was not the steep, pothole riddled death trial lined in 10,000ft drops into the canyon that forced us to turn around.  It was the fact that the Tiida wouldn’t make it up, we tried, twice.  With the assistance of some very broken driving directions, we came to a cute little town in the foothills of an active volcano with the church in the center of town.  It was Catholic so there was lots of sitting and kneeling followed by some standing and some more kneeling.  Something about Hey Zeus and the rest was in Spanish, or something to the effect.