In the Blue Zone
This morning after walking the dogs with Rosalie and her friend and tenant, Melinda, they drove me an hour or so to get the ferry at Puntoarenas to Paquera and the Nicoya Peninsula.
We got stuck in a parade (for a church or for Independence Day?) in a town called San Mateo.
The ferry was slow, peaceful and appropriately decorated for the holiday.
Carlos, who owns the Airbnb, which is more hotel than house, arranged for a friend from Paquera to pick me up for $50. I was hit by the heat and humidity and waited in line 10-15 minutes to get a "granizado" which I thought was like an Italian ice but it was nothing like that. It had some kind of layer of weird powder and sickeningly sweet syrup. I couldn't drink it. Pablo drove like a maniac but at least I was sitting in the back seat. I would guess he was doing 55 on a street that should have been 35 at most!
Well, I made it to Montezuma about 2:30, got the orientation from Sr. Carlos, and set out to eat lunch but then the deluge started! Fortunately, I had my new umbrella.
It seems a tiny town full of the usual street vendors and tattooed rich young tourists. I already have my reservation for a van back to San Jose on Wednesday at 7am to get to my dentist by 3:00!
After lunch I checked out the beach whose waves looked scary, perhaps because I was warned rip tides were a problem, a man having died about 5 months ago.
I went to a fancy restaurant, Ubín Cocina Contemporáneo, for a glass of wine (which still cost me $9 despite it being happy hour). There lots of very loud and joyous English speakers, two yappy little dogs and a local dog who crossed through the restaurant every few minutes, determinedly on her way somewhere. There are so many dogs off leash here that it strikes me now as weird when I see one on leash, instead of the opposite.
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