Our final full day in Costa Rica dawned sunny and bright. We had breakfast in the restaurant upstairs and enjoyed the gorgeous view.
We decided we would go back to Playa Hermosa for the day. On the way, we stopped at a little grocery store to get some drinks and snacks. Outside, we saw the truck delivering Bimbo, so I had to snap a picture of it. I thought it was funny that basically the only bread ever offered at meals was sliced white Bimbo bread. I guess the artisan bread craze hasn’t made it’s way down here yet.
We picked out a nice spot at the beach and set up our tent. We noticed strange flashes in the water and figured it must be fish jumping. I wondered what would make them do that – could there be a shark or something out there?
We went in the water, which was nice and calm compared to Ocotal and Conchal. We relaxed and enjoyed the gorgeous day and the water, when suddenly, I felt an unpleasant sting on my leg. It felt a bit like brushing against the sharp edge of sedge grass. I reached down to wipe it away, whatever it was, but the stinging continued.
It didn’t dawn on me right away that it was a jellyfish. If I’d ever been stung by one before, I have no memory of it. Dave got stung later, and as the tide receded we noticed dead jellies on the sand.
Well, boo hoo! That made us not want to go in the water anymore, which stunk. We also had to move our tent, because not long after we got there, some guys with a chainsaw decided they were going to cut up a tree that had fallen on the beach near us.
We relaxed on the beach for the rest of the afternoon, and then, after a quick, nervous dip in the water, it was time to go.
For dinner, we went to the soda where we’d first met the little dog called Negro, and ordered casados to go. As we were waiting for the food, we noticed there was some kind of Christmas-themed dance party happening in the park across the road. Kids were jumping around and dancing vigorously to Feliz Navidad and Dominic the Donkey. It was strange to be reminded that it was December and that Christmas was only a few weeks away!
We ate our casados on the balcony of our hotel while we looked out over the dark landscape. The sky was shimmering with thousands of unfamiliar stars. The nightjar began singing in the road below us, and fireworks burst off in the distance.
Our time in Costa Rica had come to an end, but what a time it was. Learning about new places, a different culture, wildly different plants and animals and meeting lots of kind and helpful people made it a trip to remember.