
On Thursday night/early Friday morning, Erika, Wade, Stephanie (another teacher) and I left Denver a little after midnight and arrived to San Jose, the capital, around 6:30am. Of course, this was perfect timing for morning rush hour. We finally arrived to the awesome Hotel Vesuvio. Our rooms weren't quite ready so we walked around a bit. We found an ATM to take out colones (the exchange rate right now is around 523 c to $1US-- imagine that math) and we had our first introduction to gallo pinto (amazing rice and bean dish) at Cafe Britt. We spent the rest of the afternoon napping and watching the local Denver station on their cable (very odd, but a pleasant surprise.) We explored some of the downtown parks, then decided to have a drink to welcome the weekend. Let's just say Sportsmen's Bar in San Jose isn't really like the one in Flagstaff. And, the guidebooks are correct: prostitution is alive and well in Costa Rica (it is also legal!) Wade must have made the other men jealous as he entered with two blondes and didn't have to do anything but by our ginger ales. Once we figured out what was going on, we paid the check and left. It was a strange introduction to the culture, to say the least....


