Saturday, February 8, 2014

After being sick all week, McCall woke up this morning feeling awful.  It was raining anyways, so at about 10:15 we decided to buy bus tickets and go back home.  We got to the bus stop and bought tickets at about 10:30, bought the tickets, went back and packed up and paid for our room, and made our way back to the bus stop before the bus left.  We were able to get seats on the bus (as opposed to being forced to stand) and made the trek back to San Jose.  This time we were not fooled by the stop in Limon.  However, we did experience some sketchiness when a police officer stopped the bus and asked to see everyone’s passports.  The three of us definitely only had copies and did not have a copy of the stamp that proved we were in the country legally.  Luckily, he did not really look at ours very carefully, but he did pull someone off the bus.  I know that my heart was racing during the incident.  After a nice little nap on the bus after my heart stopped racing, we were back in San Jose where, with the help of a map, we found a bus going back to Santa Ana much quicker than before.  The bus even stopped right next to our house.  McCall called her parents who had researched a hospital in Escazo, which is about 6 km away, so McCall and I went to the hospital to see if they could figure out what was wrong.  While she was hooked up to an IV and getting blood-work done, I watched a Jason Bourne movie, the news, half of a soccer match, and some bulls attacking people (which I thought was ironic at a hospital).  Eventually, they let me go back there and I had the pleasure of trying to figure out how to get her some soup.  They were nice enough to give her nasty soup, rice, and fish, which pretty much went to waste.  By 11:30, they let her go home and called us a taxi.  It was definitely an experience being in a Costa Rican hospital.