After a week in amazing, beautiful Costa Rica, we had to leave for the United States-and our own beds. This had to have been one of the most incredible vacations I've been on in my life. The scenery, adventures, and kind people made this trip unforgettable. I'm so glad I had the opportunity to go on this trip, meet new people, and have an awesome time.
Of course, the process of leaving was difficult. At least, for me it was. Typically, I forgot a few things (my towel, etc.), and it was the last minute until I could finally manage to zipper my suitcase closed due to it being overstuffed with things like a glass Coca-Cola bottle with Spanish print, about $30 worth of Costa Rican chocolate (for gifts, mind you), and my soaking wet sneakers. Even with the difficulties, I found it hard to say goodbye to the place I'd spent the past week. It was incredible while it lasted, but I was excited to go home, see my family, not have rice and beans with every meal, and not getting up at 6:30 A.M. every morning.
The airport in San Jose was interesting. We had to say our goodbyes to Mayer, our tour guide, and Carlos, our fourth driver in 8 days, outside the airport. Inside, there was a mannequin on the ceiling frozen in a zip-lining position. Strange. The food (Papa John's for me) was all right but so expensive. At least the water bottle was really neat looking (another souvenir for me!). Before getting in the plane, the security pulled around six of our group (including Mr. Hess and his fiancé!), along with multiple other passengers, to the side to get checked. They pulled out the rubber gloves but only opened luggage to see if there was anything that was a threat. I don't know. I guess the blue shirts and orange lanyards clashed so much it made us look like suspicious characters.
In Miami, it was horrible to go through Customs. First, we had to wait in line to get a paper we had to fill out (to make sure we didn't do anything or brought anything that could endanger anyone) stamped, then walked across the airport to have someone LOOK at our paper to see that we had it stamped. Next, we had to find all the luggage that had yellow duct tape on it (courtesy of Mr. Hess since the people in Costa Rica don't allow silver duct tape like Becca “George” had on the airplane) and wait in another line to have someone TAKE our customs paper. And we still weren't finished. We had to go give the TSA people our luggage to get checked AGAIN then had to find our gate. We went to get dinner at a cafe there, and it took so long for the people to make grilled cheese (I mean, come on. It takes less than five minutes, not fifteen) that we almost missed our flight.
But, after all the adventure I've enjoyed, it's good to be home. It was fun while it lasted, and I'm glad to have met everyone who went. Pura Vida! :)