Costa Rica

Our trip started Monday night.  A snow storm came into Provo about one hour before we left.  Needless to say, the roads sucked so we had an adventurous drive to the airport.  We sat on the runway for an hour while they deiced the plane, I didn't care because I was passed out.  We got to Atlanta around 730am, had a 3 hour layover and then headed to San Jose.  I slept that flight too, it was great. We went through customs and then sent our husbands to get our rental cars while we exchanged some money.  When we got out of the airport it was pure chaos and some random men tried to get us in their van, but I told them not without our husbands.  Luckily we found them and off to Jaco we headed.  We made a few wrong turns (roads are not marked around here), but we found this little place to eat along the way. 

I am smiling because this is before I got my food.  It took a while because the chicken running around in the yard and to be caught so Jennie's meal could be cooked.  

They brought this out to eat while we waited for our food.  I didn't try it, but Mike, Chris, and Jen did. Mike said it was the hottest thing he has ever eaten.  

We met Suzette and Jon at the Maxi Bodega, bought some groceries and headed to the house.  Then we headed to this nice little joint in Hermosa and hit up their Taco Tuesday.  Much better than the lunch meal; I am not into authentic food.

Wednesday we hit the beach in the morning.  Us girls worked on our tans (we were in desperate need of UV rays), while our husbands worked on their surfing skills (they were also in need of some skills).

Jon, my borther-in-law coming in after owing the waves!

Mike's stomach a little cut up after paddling out.

Trying to help the guys come up with a game plan.

Getting ready for round two. 

 

Taking a break from surfing. 

They headed back out for round two.

Wed. afternoon we headed out for a canopy tour.   Tons of fun!

The guys were ready to go. 

After we headed to the place everyone told us had the most beautiful sunset.  We were told by the locals we would had no trouble getting in because we were "Gringos." They were right.