On our last full day Charlie and I were up super early. Like 6 am early. So we got dressed, went downstairs and whisper argued about how best to get the GD door open without waking up Janet who was sleeping exactly 3 inches away from the door lock.
After we finally figured that out, we walked to the little plaza where there was a cute coffee/breakfast place and we had to wait for them to open up.
They made me a bagel and a house drip. Charlie however had become a fancy American traveler and ordered a cappuccino with 3 shots. They looked at him and were like "Tres? Three?" and shot each other looks like he was some crazy person.
We ate our breakfast and chatted about business and all the catching up we needed to do when we got home. We eventually grabbed our coffees to go and went out to the beach. We walked and walked and walked. We walked so far up the beach it was like the Shel Silverstein book "Where the Sidewalk Ends".
It wouldn't have been that big of a deal but the dog was incredibly emaciated and looked so sad, it crushed us both. We had a big bottle of water in our back pack. We put some water in a bowl and we tried to get the dog to come to us. She casually walked over to us, licked the water once, and walked back into the surf. Upon seeing her closer, we could see every bone in her body, she was covered in sores and probably fleas. We wanted to take her with us, to take her home and snuggle her up in love, that it looked like she never had. We kept trying to call her over to us but she really just wanted to walk in the surf and be done. It was devastating.
We walked back down the beach and discussed all the ways we could help street dogs in Costa Rica and everywhere else in the world. We've got some big things coming someday!
Walking back to the other side, the tourist side, we discovered a waterfall and terrifying sand crabs that jumped up out of nowhere and scuttled away if you got to close and also, some kick ass wood art. As seen below.
We made our way back to the house, and finally did laundry, of which I made a video of and Charlie absolutely loves it.
That night we decided was finally the night. The night we hit the town and take no prisoners. The night
WE.
STAY.
UP.
WAY.
PAST.
9:30.
BOOM.
I thought about doing hair and makeup and then I was like "Fuck that. It will melt and my hair will curl in literally 3 minutes." I did remember to obey the thighs of thunder goddess and wear shorts though, saving me lots of horrific and ridiculously uncomfortable chaffage.
We walked into town, had dinner and shopped a bit. Summer had requested a "Costa Rica Mermaid Barbie" to which I told her was totally doable. I was used to Mexico where haggling is a huge thing and you can get a cheap plastic 'Barbie' for $2. The only one
I found was a Dollar Store 'Barbie' going for $20. I told the lady to take off a zero. She did not bite.
Anywho, we ended getting these KICK ASS slap bracelets with lizards on them for a killer (probably not) deal.
We slap braceleted each other all night and I was very hard pressed to actually give mine to my daughter.
We treacherously crossed the street in the rain and darkness and came across an open air bar. We recognized the server as someone we had seen on the street trying to ride her bike with a puppy in her hands.
She had the puppy at work and we demanded to play with it. She grabbed the puppy and while we took shots and drank beers, played with this adorable puppy. There was also a small child, probably 2 or 3 hanging out with his family. We played with him also.
This is hard partying at its best, ladies and gentlemen.
Slap bracelets? Check.
Puppies? Check.
Small Children? Check.
How could we party any harder, you ask?
I'm pretty sure I terrified Heather into not ever wanting to share drinks with me by putting something unsettling into my mouth. Maybe a coin? Maybe I licked the table? My memory of this night becomes hazy but I do remember laughing really hard and Heather dry heaving next to me while Janet egged me on next to her.
We shut this place down (we did not) and went on to another bar.
They had live music and we sat in the VIP section and drank watered down Pina Coladas.
We jammed and drank and took shots and jammed and drank and took more shots.
Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little white fluff of scruffy fur and beckoned for it to come to us. Charlie and I got down on our hands and knees and loved this little street dog until it could take no more and left us. I didn't feel too bad for this one, it clearly wasn't starving, as it turned down a French fry we casually offered it, but it still hurt my hear to know that he was going to sleep somewhere that wasn't a home with loving people in it.
Again, Heather dry heaved next to me and screamed with disdain, "I cant believe you touched that!"
There was a table of people directly in front of us and we kept trying to figure out who was with who and who Janet was going to stumble over to and ask to dance.
None of us could make up our minds however, so Janet danced by herself. At our table. Next to the street dog.
Having had copious amounts of Pina Colada but somehow not getting more drunk started to be a concern for me, as was the fact that I was still on my lady time and had not brought a tampon with me.
We were all ready to go home except for wandering eyes and slurred words Janet.
She was not ready.
"The party is just getting going! Its not even midnight!"
"I am bleeding through my shorts."
"I cannot find the lizard on my slap bracelet!"
The general consensus was that it was time to go home. We stumbled out of there and somehow made our way home. Aidan took Janet back out and the rest of us swam in the pool until midnight. It was a glorious last night in paradise.
The next day Charlie and I were up again at the crack of dawn. Again we had issues with the door and had the same whisper fight basically in a hung over Janet's ear.
We practiced Charlie's Spanish as we walked on the beach and enjoyed our last morning in Coco. We came upon the beach entrance for town and out from under the pier came 2 puppies, running up excitedly to meet us. They were the sweetest things I have ever seen. Big puppies, that were going to be huge dogs. I screamed in delight as they wiggled in and out of our legs and let us play with them.
A lady who just so happened to be walking her dog, stopped to chat with us. She said the dogs we for sure street dogs and her dog was a rescue that she had just gotten recently. She had friends that had just started a non-profit animal rescue and we jumped on that and asked for the name.
We walked back to the condo with a renewed sense of purpose. We run a business that could potentially make us a lot of money if we nurture it correctly. Money is nice and all but if we have the means to save puppy lives I'm all in.
We packed up our stuff into our teeny tiny carry on's. I obsessively checked that I had my passport and we waited patiently for our driver.
We had a really lovely chat with him as well, he told me that saying 'caliente' was like saying 'horny' so I should say 'frio' in reference to the weather.
I'm not someone who embarrasses easily, but I wanted to slink away and die with that tidbit of wisdom.
We made it to the airport and said goodbye to our week of fun filled Costa Rica goodness. I was set to conquer the world and save all the animals, Charlie was ready to work, Heather was ready to squeeze her babies until they couldn't breathe, Aidan was ready to nap and Janet was ready to write some Masters level college papers.
All in all it was an amazing getaway.
I am so, so, so ready for more.
And to save all the puppies.
Cheers.
PS : Extra Cheers
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