The Midnight Who

I rode to Jaco, a touristy beach town. I booked a hotel online, but check-in didn't start until 3PM. And there wasn't anyone at the office. There were people working, but evidently not in reception. So I sat and waited until someone showed up. I found a lavenderia to get my laundry done. They promised it would be ready by 10 AM the next morning, so after dropping it off, I walked into the center of town to look around. There were lots of Realty companies displaying their listings in their windows. Plenty of very expensive places for sale, either on the ocean or with an ocean view. Seems to be a lot of ex-pats in the area. I was also asked if I needed marijuana or Coke. Mexican Coca-Cola is supposed to taste better because they use sugar instead of corn syrup, right? On the way back to my hotel, it started to rain. Lightly at first, but with increasing intensity. By the time I got back to the hotel, I was soaked. I'm glad I was walking, because I do not like riding...

A week of vacation from my vacation: Susan had booked an all-inclusive resort hotel on a fairly secluded area on the Pacific coast. Her flight from Denver to Miami, and then into Liberia, Costa Rica, would arrive about 8 PM. I had arrived a couple of days earlier in Liberia, staying at a Best Western in town, until the reservation at the resort. This allowed me time to figure out the logistics of getting Susan from the airport to the hotel that didn't involve her riding the motorcycle, and certainly not in the dark. Hotel Resident Wildlife On the day that Susan was arriving, I could check into the all-inclusive resort at 3 PM, but it was on the Pacific about 50 minutes west of the airport. She wanted me to meet her at the airport, which is what I wanted to do also. But if I checked in at 3, I would need to get back to the airport, and then get both of us back to the resort. A shuttle ride was $70 per person each way. And that was if I booked the rides 24 hours in adva...