Day seventeen, Mick and I said goodbye to our friends at the Aussie Hut: John and Roxie, Ian and V, and Jake and Natalie.
The Aussie couple who owned the place, Charlie and Paul, called us a taxi.
I took one last moment in the hammock before we had to go.
Mick had an appointment back in San Juan del Sur for a tattoo. We were late but time seems to be not a big deal down there.
We stayed the night in San Juan del Sur and headed back to the border in the morning.
Day eighteen, we grabbed a cab at 6 a.m. and had to exchange some change at the border for the exit tax. Once on the bus, we went through several police passport checks at the bus stops.
We knew we were in Costa Rica when the landscape changed back to blankets of green.
We arrived in San Jose around 3 p.m., just in time for check in.
It was raining, so we needed our raincoats to walk to the cafe where we had dinner. Mick had the best pinto he had tasted during our stay and I couldn’t help but order a chocolate milkshake even though I was cold from the rain.
That night we slept well.
Day nineteen, I almost didn’t want to go to the airport. When our taxi driver asked us how was our trip, Mick and I responded in unison: “Amazing!”
I ordered one last delicious pastery even though my stomach felt a little jumpy.
Once at the airport, we filled out one last customs form before going to our gate.
Many thanks to John and Roxie, whose destination wedding made this incredible vacation so memorable!