Well let’s face it – I can’t sit still to save any person’s life let alone my own. So not long after returning from Kenya, I knew another destination was somewhere in my near future. After all, aren’t I the same girl who went to Disney World in February of 2005 and then booked a vacation to Maui for May 2005 immediately upon return from Mickey’s home? Yes, I is that girl.
A friend of mine is working in a Christian drug & alcohol rehabilitation program in Quepos, Costa Rica and that seemed like a perfect place to go. {See his blog here}. Sprinkle in a little law school spring break for my dear friend MG and there you have it folks: homemade vacay.
ORD-GUA-SJO-XQP. {If you don’t get that you need to travel more. It makes your skin glow.}. I love my city, but flying out of Indy is rarely worth the extra few hundred dollars. So, we first road-tripped to Chicago to catch a 3am flight out of O’Hare. With 6 hours to kill in Guatemala, of course the first thing we did was locate food. {P.S. – Guatemala’s airport is really nice & kind of cushy}. Naturally, in Guatemala we ordered: Dim Sum. Duh. {No, it’s not traditional Guatemalan cuisine so stop scrunching your forehead}. But it was so delicious.
We finally made it to San Jose and prepared to catch the smaller plane that would take us to the coast to Quepos. In order to get to the domestic terminal you have to exit the main airport and walk a block or two down the street to the smaller terminal {which is essentially connected in the back to the larger one}. Our next conversation went a little like this:
MG: “Are these the planes where they have to start the propellers?”
Me: “No, they aren’t…oh wait…he just started the propellers with a stick…”
Picture it. Me – in that. It was certainly comedy I’m sure. I think at some point I asked whether or not it was possible for your sinuses to explode, because I felt like I was having a stroke or some other severe problem as we climbed through the clouds. And let me assure you – you can feel everything. Every bump. Every cloud kicking the plane in a pouty two-year-old way for us invading their space. It was the longest 20 minutes ever. MG & I started praying. Loudly. I literally almost kissed the concrete when we finally did land in Quepos.
Stay tuned for more of the adventure.
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