Things were looking up when after setting out from the lame all-inclusive resort with our little rental car. After navigating our way south along the coast of Guanacaste we found Playa Brasalito and stopped for the night at Conchal Hotel.
After negotiating our stay with the very nice only-Spanish-speaking woman running the place, we headed down to the beach where we ate dinner at a little place right on the sand, complete with a mariachi band. We walked home that night with our bellies full, the rain coming and going, as it continued to do throughout the night.
The next morning while having breakfast in our pajamas aboard the hotel’s thatched-roof balcony, we met Garreth and Caroline, a very nice British couple who were more than happy to talk up their Costa Rican travels with us. It was a Godsend when they pulled out their maps and brochures and told us all about what was worth seeing and what wasn’t.
We packed up feeling very encouraged and ready for the next leg in our adventure. Little did we know we would run into a few bumps along the way (both literally and figuratively), but we’ll save those for the next installment . . .