First Breath of Costa Rica

We've arrived in Costa Rica. After two months on the road, from Israel to New York, to Houston, across three states in an RV, to California, back to Houston, and now, finally we've landed in Central America. Here is a collection of what we saw and the things we remember in the blur of flights, taxis, buses, and new everything.

Saying goodbye to Gabi's mom in the Houston airport

 

 

Luggage, taxis, moving place to place to place, exhausting. And finally a hotel (the sixth we've stayed in so far in three months), with grand yellow-painted walls, pristine white sheets, and a pool with a waterfall. Very nice, very foo-foo, and waaay too fancy for us. We jogged in the morning and the older two sent Solai out to retrieve a golf ball. She almost got hit in the head with one, and got yelled at in Spanish. Bienvendidos! 

 After one night in San Jose's Marriot Hotel, we set out for La Fortuna and saw more blurs of a Latin America Kobi and I haven't seen in 15 years.  

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