Hola Costa Rica, Part 2

Here I sit, high on a hill overlooking lush jungle as it tumbles down to the Pacific. Actually, we´re by the big inlet on the west coast, and the horizon shockingly resembles the Seattle harbor. But no, I´m in the most ritzy resort hotel I could have imagined. A place I could not afford if I saved money for years. It is beautiful and soft, but affords me no access whatever to a Costa Rican not wearing a uniform. I hope that tomorrow I can climb down the hill somehow and feast in a roadside shack.

As for tonight, I feasted most notably on passionfruit sorbet with seeds in it. A flavor explosion! Most of the food on offer is either American or French. (Get this- in both hotels so far, there is a French expatriate named Vincent: one the head waiter and one the lead chef. The first Vincent reported that he was on a surfing trip two years ago, fell in love with a Costa Rican and now is married with two hijos.)

So...not exactly Night of the Iguana, as I had hoped, but this is just the start.