“Watch out for the 6-inch cockroaches.”
That’s what my brother e-mails me when I tell him I’m going to Costa Rica.
It didn’t help.
I’m scrambling to finish some freelance stories, cleaning the house, taking the dogs to the kennel, running errands, (still) writing thank-you cards from our wedding.
Now I have to worry about ridiculously large roaches.
Truth be told, I’m a little stressed about this trip, a spontaneous buy on LivingSocial last year. The only thing I know about the country is what I’ve read in guide books and online forums.
And talking with people about it has turned out to be even more confusing.
Every person who’s been to Costa Rica has a different story to tell. Some have waxed poetic about the surf — one of the main reasons I booked the hotel — and some have complained about the droves of Americans who have made Costa Rica their second home.
Then there are the ones who want to help but freak you out instead.
They talk about the lacking cuisine — “You’ll eat iguana!” — or the awful road conditions. They warn about wild jaguars and crocodiles and poisonous snakes. And they tell you that despite the crime, the poverty, the active volcano, “you’ll have a great time.”
So here’s the deal: we’re leaving today for Costa Rica, staying at a resort in Mal Pais called Vista De Olas on the Pacific Ocean. The plan is to surf, hike, read and not much else. Then we’ll drive across the country for about six hours to (the active) Arenal Volcano and stay the Tree Houses Hotel, which is managed by a former colleague of mine at The Advertiser.
It should be interesting.
I’m not sure what kind of Internet access I’ll have. But whenever I find WiFi I’ll be sure to post updates.
If not, let’s hope I’m not overrun by giant cockroaches.
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