Kayaking through a mangrove stand in the south of the country. Our guide is the ponytailed woman to my immediate right, and to her right is the Dutch mother and daughter who came with us.
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I heart kayaking.
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Cathy hearts kayaking too.
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My thumb hearts getting into the kayaking pictures.
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Taking a break after yanking the kayaks out of the river. Little Dutch girl marvels at Cathy's bulging muscles.
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Cathy and Owen pose in their coordinated Advent wreath outfits.
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Our kayaking guide showed us how to break a coconut out of its shell by jamming a sharpened stick into the sand and then slamming the coconut on top of it.
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Unfortunately I really don't care for the taste of coconuts.
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Packing up and leaving the Iguana Lodge, the last stop on our trip before driving back to San Jose and going home. Note my despondent slouch.
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Bye bye Iguana Lodge. Sniff.
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Beware swollen-headed pedestrians sticking toy trucks into their rear ends.
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Somehow I managed to blow out the outer wall of this tire all the way around its circumference. A very kind Tico named Fernando helped us operate the totally inadequate tire jack that came with the car. Maybe Dollar Rent-A-Car will be able to patch up this baby and put it back to work.
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The sunset we saw while driving back into San Jose at the end of our trip.
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Whoa! Lay off the rum if you want to operate that camera, lady!
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Cathy just HAD to wear her stairs-colored dress for her photo in front of a pretty San Jose church. Sheesh.
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The Gran Hotel wants you to believe that their beds are WAY long enough, giving you ample room to stretch your legs out after you tuck in. (Liars!) There's one other unique perk they would like to point out: A roof.
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Passersby rubbed the ample tummy of this statue in San Jose for good luck... with their diets I assume.
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While wandering around San Jose on our last night in CR, we stumbled upon the children's murals that were sponsored by the Casa Ridgway people and dedicated at a street celebration we went to on our first day in CR. This seemed to close the loop of our travels, so to speak.
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