Right after Customs and Immigration

So to start off, I've meet the lady that I am going to stay with once and that was 10 years ago at my father and step-mothers wedding. I've seen photos, but she hasn't seen a photo of me for years. Anyways, in the last email I received from her, it stated, "I will be holding a sign with "Tanner" written on it." That was what I expected to see once I go through immigration and that's all I knew. 

Well, there was no sign. I didn't have her phone number, I didn't see her anywhere, and again, there was no damn sign. 

Earlier, in customs, I met a guy named Eddy, in his 50's, who was in the same situation as me. He didn't know who his ride was, and all he knew (or at least thought) was that there was going to also be someone with a sign with his name, however the uncertainty was there. He was relying on an already arranged paid cab driver to take him to his destination, Eddy didn't know where though. We were two individuals that have been in contact with our hosts but felt lost when there's thousands of people in an airport and you're trying to find your ride, good luck to anyone in that situation.

But I was lucky. Eddy called my name and the daughter of the family was there to pick me up. I've never seen her before in my life, and there was no DAMN SIGN! I ran around that place like a chicken with his head cut off. My ride just so happened to hear my name and called me out. It's not like I was the only Gringo. There were a lot of Gringos getting off planes so how was she supposed to know who I was. She also has never seen a picture of me. 

As for Eddy, he told me to go. To be honest, I think he was screwed. His ride left and his next mission will be to get to the Southwest side of Costa Rica and meet his buddy somehow.

I was up for a total of about 36 hours straight, with about 2-3 hours of crappy sleep on the flight between Atlanta and Costa Rica. 

Good times!