Sunday, March 30, 2014

After a walk into town to buy some omelets for breakfast, we were ready to start our day.  We spent a little bit more time in the town going through shops before hanging out at the hostel for a little bit before it was time to check-out.  I enjoyed my last bit of hammock time while Katie and McCall enjoyed their last bit of trampoline time.  After a bit, we were packed up, showered up, and ready to hit the road.  We went for a Vegetarian pizza at a place called Latin Pizza.  It was really a pretty good pizza.  The two girls went on a mission-like hunt for more souvenirs and ice cream, while I stayed back and enjoyed the main park in the town that has the view of the Catholic Church in the foreground of the volcano.  From there, we went and got in line for the bus home.  I really don’t like when the bus company does not put the assigned seat numbers on the bus tickets, because then it becomes a bit of a mad dash to get on the bus and avoid having to stand.  Unfortunately, they are not shy about overselling the bus tickets, so there were a whole slew of people standing in the aisle.  One of these people (at least after she got picked up in a nearby town) was a bigger lady who essentially sat on my arm rest and was holding herself up on the chair in front of me.  She also smelled very strongly of hair gel.  In case you did not know, personal space is not exactly an important aspect of Latin culture.  Luckily, by the time we got to a town called San Carlos, most of the people in the aisle had gotten off the bus.  Unluckily, not long after we got past San Carlos, the bus tried to take a sharp turn and done broke itself.  After a little bit of traveling down the road to a safer place to stop, the bus driver stopped the bus and called a mechanic.  We sat at the side of the road next to a tiny town for half-an-hour until another bus came and rescued us.  Eventually, the bus stopped at the San Jose Airport (which is not too far from our house), so we hoped off and caught a cab, saving us probably an hour or so.  When I got home, I think Liliana was excited to cook for someone (neither Zoe nor I had been home for dinner since last Wednesday).  Aside from dinner, I spent the rest of the night skyping home, unloading photos, and preparing to teach tomorrow.  Not a bad end to the weekend.