Monkey. Quads. Okay, before I get to that gem, how did I get here...?
Before Monkey Quads, there was 2 am sadness. I am saying that simply because I went to bed at 1:30 (see packing post). So when Marjorie and I woke up to leave for the airport at 2 am, I was a little sad. I also was sad to leave home. I gave my mom and my puppy Molly a hug, and then I headed to the car with Marge and my dad. We arrived at Reagan around 3:15, and then found we had to wait a bit to actually get through security. We made it through without any major issues (despite my best attempts to look sketchy) and then Marge and I waited for the plane (our flight was at 6 am). One trashy magazine later, I was on the plane to Miami!
Marge and I slept the whole flight. I was passed out for real. Not moving. We touched down in Miami and it was pouring. Gross. Not exactly tropical. Fortunately our hop from one plane to the next was a solid ten gates, so we were able to grab breakfast. Ordering in Miami was my first brush with Spanish. Everyone order their bagel in Spanish, so I felt obligated to do the same. Tostada? Yeah. That's the extent of the Spanish I have going on.
The highlight of my flight to Liberia was definitely the row of little boys behind me. They were hilarious! They walked on the plane and were like 'OH MY GOSH! We were just on this exact plane!' They had the funniest conversations the whole time. Finally we arrived in Liberia and walked down the stairs to customs. Holy cow. the second I stepped off of the plane in Liberia, I was sold. 95 degrees, flowers everywhere, everyone spoke English... worked for me. Total shock after rainy Maryland! Fortunately, Madge and Molly's plane touched down right after Marjorie and I landed, so we all met up with Meaghan and Britt pretty quickly. They supplied us with grapes and water bottles, which was pretty sweet. Then we all had to find a man named Eddy, who somehow had been roped into driving us the three hours to Nosara. We were a party the whole way, despite our concerns about all of our luggage falling off the roof on every 90 mph sharp turn he took. We made it to the surf town of Nosara in record time, and let me say, it is beautiful! Even in the dry season, there's a lot of green, and a lot of amazing beach. Although a lot of people speak English here, we're trying to use Spanish as much as possible. It's strange, but I know way more than I thought I did in terms of conversational skills. Well so we got here and had to track down Richard, some guy in Monkey Quads that apparently had keys to Angela Johnson's house (she decided to leave us the house while she was away- mistake). After driving around thinking that Angela totally made up the name Monkey Quads to make us look like idiots, we found where we needed to be (the home of a salty old drunk) and got the keys to Angela's. The house is amazing. Amazing.
In the pictures, it's the one we're trying to unlock. It's got a pool, loft, open bedrooms, amazing. We spent a while looking shocked and then booked it to the beach. The Pacific is greaaat down here- waves are awesome, but not too overwhelming. Then we went back, played in the pool, went to Pancho's for margaritas and a band, and then went back to the house for more pool and music. Today we beached until 2 (we're so off because of daylight savings and the time change, we got to the beach at like 8 am) and now we're back at Panchos for mango smoothies and internet. I met Pancho- he's a black pug.
Tonight we're supposed to go out dancing. I have to decide what I'm wearing... big decisions in a town where everyone just wears bikinis. Hahah I'll let you know how that goes!
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