I arrived at the airport and met Rodolfo just after noon, and called Mom and Dad to let them know I arrived safely. As I walked off the plane, I knew my jacket wouldn’t be necessary here. After Rodolfo picked me up and we caught up a bit, we went and had lunch at Inka Grille. The Octapus was well prepared, and spicy-sweet. We drank Chicha morada. It was sweet and refreshing.
Afterwards, we went back to the house and I read and chilled for a bit. Rodolfo had some business to attend to for HP, including a conference call. We caught up between calls while I looked up Costa Rican stuff on the internet, read, made phonecalls, etc.
Later, Adriana Cedeño, Federico, Neyurive, and I went to Taco Bell. And yes, I do see the irony there, but one of us had a craving for it regardless of the inauthenticity of Taco Bell in relation to Costa Rican cuisine.
As we were looking out into the parking lot, we thought we had lost the car. I (The Gringo) said, “Mae!, Donde está mi carro?!” The memory is so fond that if I had construction paper right here with photos and an oversized binder, I would make a scrapbook.