I have eaten some variety of rice, beans, and fried plantains for breakfast, lunch, and dinner almost every day for three weeks. You would think I’d be sick of it, but you know what? I looked forward to every meal. And I was feeling a bit glum this morning, knowing it was my last gallo pinto, the traditional Costa Rican breakfast.
Tony, on the other hand, was totally psyched to find Froot Loops at the hotel breakfast buffet. “I feel like I have to eat this since I saw three different kinds of toucans on this trip,” he said.
I’m writing this at the San Jose airport (Costa Rica, although google maps kept defaulting to California), waiting for my flight to Orlando. Tony and I have been living abroad and traveling the world for 18 years, and this was one of our best trips ever. I feel pretty certain we’ll be back!
With one more week till school resumes, Tony is heading home to Santiago, and I am on my way to see my family. All three siblings will be there with their spouses and kids, and I’ll crash on my parents’ sofa. There will be no peaceful morning coffee with toucans, but my mom has parakeets, and my nephews are actually not that different from the squirrel monkeys we saw playing in the rainforest canopy.
I just hope someone knows how to fry plantains.
Good times! Good times!
Hahahaha you made me laugh with nephews = monkeys jumping. I’m Costa Rican and living overseas make me realised how blessed I was living during my first 30 years there. Costa Rica is a paradise!