The journey to Costa Rica began on a Thursday as we headed to Los Angeles trying to beat traffic by leaving at 2pm. What would have normally been a great plan ended up stuck in traffic for the upcoming 4th of July weekend.
Our flight was scheduled for either a late or early 1am departure – I haven’t decided which – and flew through Houston on the way to Liberia, Costa Rica. The best part of red eye plane travel is that if you can sleep on planes, you wake up semi-well rested. Unfortunately those who cannot suffer through hours of a strange zombie-like trance.
Transportation was a much better situation this time around and was provided by a couple rental cars. If you’ve got a lot of people and luggage, you’ll need more trunk space than a Suzuki Jimny can provide which is somewhere in the neighborhood of none.
Renting a car provided a lot more freedom than we previously had as our only options consisted of organizing shuttles, hiring taxis, or hoping for free rides from people staying at the same place as us.
Arriving at the Four Seasons was an exceptional experience as can only be said by travel-weary souls looking for anything more comfortable than an airplane seat. A gorgeous drive down the peninsula and some very Jurassic Park-like gates later we were greeted by cold washcloths, delicious juice, and a hearty Costa Rican welcome.
I don’t think any of us had an idea of what to expect for lodgings, but a short golf cart ride later we’d all wish we brought our asthma inhalers for the ridiculous views.
Most of our time was spent lounging at the beach, eating food, or just playing games, though we did take a day excursion to zipline and ride horses at Hacienda Guachipelin. I went into the day thinking it couldn’t beat the SkyTrek ziplines at Arenal, but came out of the day being completely wrong. They really are incomparable – one has you zipping over the rainforest treetops and the other has you zipping through a small canyon and over a small river.
Pura Vida!