We loaded the truck/car with snorkel gear,
water and plastic glasses, dog bed, the cane and Melaney and myself. We had our money belts on with our passports
and enough money to buy gas and lunch.
January first at nine o’clock in the morning was too early for the Tico
party crowd. The fireworks had banged
away until just after midnight and we were almost alone on the road. We headed for San Jose to pick up the new highway and see
where it meandered. Eight toll booths and we quit highway 27 and joined
34 which we had traveled a couple of years ago. We knew Jaco came off this road. The closer we came, the more familiar the
surroundings seemed to look.
Many
new buildings had sprung up in Jaco. The
large triple white buildings that were well up two years ago, stood rusting and
empty. The 2008 recession had hit here,
as well as North America.
We scoped the town and even spied the Mexican
restaurant that I had ordered a chimmichanga …It was so good, and I planned to
order another. We drove towards the
beach and saw a parking area by a dining room/hotel. When we pulled in, a fellow pointed to the
hotel and we nodded. We walked to the
front of the dining room, but were blocked because of the dog. I went up into the dining area and as far to
the side as possible and took a seat by the sea wall. Melaney walked around and onto the beach
area. She had to take off her clothes
and shoes and drape them over the sea wall.
Gigi was on her leash, and they started for the sea. I took a photo of
them and ordered a pinacolada sin alcohol.
It was garnished with a section of pineapple, a slice of star fruit, a
white blossom and a shiny green leaf. It was very tasty as well as
beautiful.
Mel came back off the beach, said she has
burned her feet, and had to go to the car for her swim shoes.When they went
back across the beach, Gigi was hopping on three feet. They passed into the
sea, out to the surf about waist high.
The surf wasn’t high. Gigi was still on her leash. Mel set her in the sea, and I could see her
legs churning the water. It was a quick
cool off for both of them. I was
perfectly comfortable in the shade with a cool ocean breeze. What a paradise.
They
didn’t stay in the sea long. It wasn’t
an area for snorkeling, the surf was too churning and I surely didn’t want Mel
to go out far enough for calm water. I
never have trusted the ocean. I love to
look at it, but nothing more.
It
was still morning and we decided to start back for home. We decided to take a
different route instead of the toll road.
Another mistake….We missed some turns, ended in a loop, tried to get
back onto highway 27, took a wrong turn and ended 20 feet above the highway,
then the road ended. Perched on this cliffside, we had to turn around inch by inch until we could get back down,
with another shot at hitting the right turn to get back onto the highway. The Lord looks after fools. We arrived in some familiar territory and
after six hours, we arrived back at home.
Everything
seemed better after a little lunch.
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