In the lobby of the hotel waiting for our driver to arrive so we can make the 5 hour trek south to the coast. Manuel Antonio beach awaits me and my bikini. Last night we took a hike of the volcano, but could not see much due to rain and clouds. On the hike our guide was pointing out wildlife like wild turkeys and toucans. Ken saw something in the tree, got excited and told the guide. The guide said, "why, yes, that is squirrel!" Just like the ones in Colorado. Ken did find a really cool leaf bug after that, so I cut him some slack.
After the hike and non-volcano viewing, we were driven in the dark and pouring rain on some crazy bumpy backroad. I thought maybe we were being taken to the back country to be killed. Finally, we entered a resort and it seemed familiar. Yep, it was the Springs where the Bachelor was filmed a couple months ago. So basically I hung out in the same water as Brad Womack and for just a moment I felt blessed and famous.
Okay, van his here. Dramamine in hand, we are on our way to the Pacific!