9 days in Paradise. Part Two: Puerto Viejo

*Hey everyone, here's part two... Make sure you read the below post first, as this is a continuation from where the last one ended.

** A continuation from Wednesday morning to Sunday at 6:30pm.

After I met up with my buddies that were coming down from San Jose, we jump into the car and drive down to a place called Punta Uva, about 2 miles south of Puerto Viejo.  

We show up to  our house and what a ridiculous and tropical paradise of a place it is.  It was set with like this: the living room had no glass windows, the whole place was open, there were two bedrooms with mosquito nets over the beds and room for 4 in each bedroom. The bathrooms were connected with the bedrooms but there were only curtains separating the bedroom from the bathroom, (if you ripped one loud enough, oh yeah, everyone in the house heard it), the shower was on the back deck surrounded by banana trees, jungle and howler monkeys in the trees. It was unreal. By the way, when we first got there, one of the girls decided to leave us a little present in the bathroom with out flushing and ran off laughing, very nice girls. 

My guitar had arrived with Stefany 

so we ended up just kicking back for a while, went to the 

store to

 stock up on drinks and food because it was Easter week and everywhere was closing for the holiday, and then we went to the beach.

 Sunset, dinner, drinks and bed. The next day, we went to the beach and just hung-out for a while and practice my spanish. I got a "Costa Rica Spanish" book in my stocking for Christmas, thanks mom, and all the Costa Ricans love it. 

"Suave Tigre" and "Tocame aqui" were among some of the local favorite sayings from my book. "Easy Tiger" and "Touch me here". Ha ha ha, good times. They taught me "Voy a meach," (I'm going to take a piss) and other wonderful saying that are needed everyday. Sure. We get down with the lingo and ahora mi espanol is mas mejor. "Solo estas jugando conmigo"

The whole time in Puerto Viejo I was surrounded by Spanish and that's a good thing. All of my friends can speak english so that helps but we speak Spanish a lot. We ate rice and beans, which should not be mistaken for ordinary rice and beans or Gallo Pinto, these rice and beans are mix with coconut juice and other good stuff to make an awesome concoction. We would also eat Pati's which are fried tortilla bread with beef in it. It's the beef that's left over from whatever else they were cooking and it's awesome. (Who knows what the meat is, but it's damn good). Limon is well known for their pati's, so if you ever get down here you have to try them. Also, just to throw it in, and I didn't find out until the next day, we ate at some restaurant one night and the night before, someone was murdered in the back of it. Like I said in the last blog though, be chill, don't do anything dumb, don't really make eye contact with anyone, and mind your own business and you'll be fine. 

**I like to get the shock value out of situations and let you know about things, but don't worry, it's all good.

Anyways, to continue with the restaurant we ate at, we're just sitting there and some random dude walks up and starts showing us some magic tricks. Look at the photo. An albino from Costa Rica, what a beater of a dude. What came first, the chicken or the egg? The Rooser. That's his joke, pretty funny actually. 

The next night, we have a bonfire on the beach which is always necessary. It's almost a sin not to have a bonfire on the beach. We kicked back, watched crazy bug walk around and just relax. Not much more of that, only good times. Which leads to the next day, which was more beach and that was about it. I'm 8 shades darker at this point and I have about 20 to 30 bug bites on each leg. I did a real good job of accumulating bug bites throughout the trip. I find it very interesting that I rarely got bit above the knee and it was all concentrated around my feet and calfs. At least I didn't catch the Dengue.  

 We finally rap up the trip with an awesome night of all the power going out at our house so we party with candles everywhere and me ripping the guitar for the group. It was real cool to end that way. The whole group partying in the dark  with candles everywhere and playing dumb drunk games like "I've never." It all raps up with the last day of me buying a little drawing of a red frog on some feathers and more Pati's for the ride home. I had a little hangover but it was the only one I had the whole trip. Nine days, one hangover, not bad. Now I'm back to work and it's all good. 

Later everyone, 

I will never take this trip for granted and I am extremely grateful for everything that is happening.