Weekend trip...4

Weekend trip ….4

We enjoyed the rest of our Sunday, watched one of the Dvd’s, in Spanish. You haven’t lived until you watched John Carter in Spanish. I told David we would have to watch it over and over until we understood what was being said. Still have not done that…maybe manana.

On Monday we enjoyed our breakfast again in the garden and then we walked over to the Coca Cola bus station to figure out where it was we would need to go. I am glad we did, as the place is very confusing and I would hate to wander around with baggage. It ended up being a row of buses across from an indoor Mercado. The Mercados are crazy, they are a maze of one vendor after another selling everything under the sun. But we noticed that there were several cooked food vendors, so we thought when we came back we could get some food for the road.

We walked back to the hotel, got packed up and then spent some time on the internet before we had to check out. And then we headed off down the road to pass some time before we had to be back at the bus. The first thing I wanted to do was go back to the Batido place and get something refreshing to drink. I opted for the mango, papaya, banana and David got one that was supposed to be good for the heart and included avocado. Both were very good.

We then walked down the promenade for a few blocks and when we came to a fountain we stopped and sat. We were in the sun and at first that was quite comfortable, but soon we felt like we might burn if we sat there too much longer so we moved to the shady side. I ended up sitting next to a fellow that was well dressed but soon became very apparent that he was also quite drunk. He decided he was going to talk to me even though I told him I did not speak Spanish…so instead he started singing to me. I told David it was time to move on.

We went to a McDonald’s and got some French fries to snack on…plus it gave us a place to sit. David asked me what time it was and I told him 12:27. We sat and chatted for quite a while and he asked again what time it was…12:27 I said ….then oh no, my watch has stopped. It was about 1 and our bus was leaving at 2. We decided it was time to move on.

If we thought the streets were busy on the weekend, there was no comparison to the traffic on Monday. It was crazy busy but fortunately most of our walk was down the Central Avenida which is only foot traffic, but there is cross-traffic at each calle, so a traffic light each block. But definitely much better sidewalks than most of the streets have. We finally got to the Mercado and buy a couple of apples and then look for some food we can take on the bus. We get a couple of empanadas, one cheese and one bean and a cheeseburger and a horchata. By now it is about 20-30 minutes before our bus leaves so we walk across the street and sit by our bus.

We had an accident with the horchata aat the bus stop. When I put the straw in, somehow I pierced the bottom and horchata got all over us. So we were sweet and sticky and gritty for our trip back to Tambor.

The bus, although not air-conditioned was fairly new, so the seats were more comfortable than most. We had a good ride to the ferry. This time we only had to get off the bus and walk on the ferry…no taxi…no luggage…it was quite pleasant. While we crossed we were able to watch the sunset. David has put up pics and some are simply gorgeous.

We made it back to Tambor a little after 7. The bus driver did not stop until we were on the far side of Tambor, so we had to walk about 10 minutes or so to get back to the house.

All in all, San Jose was a much needed break. We have come back with a much better attitude than when we left. We cannot believe that now we only have 3 weeks until we go home. The first couple of days we thought we would never last and now it seems so short until we leave.

End of trip