Off to San Carlos

I slept for 10 hours. I dreamed that Cristina commandeered a runaway bus (which was more like a UPS truck) and got it fixed by some Nicaraguan mechanics for 23 colones. Bad wiring.

We packed up everything for the ninth time, loaded the cars, and hit the road. Goodbye to Turrialba. We wish we had booked a week there, but sometimes that's the way it goes.

It was about a three hour drive to San Carlos. Uneventful. We stopped for pipa fria for Cristina, but it was tiny, like the size of a baseball, and still 500 colones. She still bought it though. Eyeroll.

We stopped for lunch at a tiny soda that had 2500 colon casados advertised. And they came with a drink, though it was way too sweet.

We got to the house after the final kilometer or so being, you guessed it, a rocky dirt road with a sketchy bridge. The house was large and the AC in the kitchen and dining room worked. Since there was no AC in the bedrooms, we had to turn on the AC and let it slowly cool the bedrooms. Which kinda worked, but kinda didn't. The ceiling fan in our room didn't work either. But overall, it was a solid house.

The house had two pools (maybe the small one was supposed to be a jacuzzi, but it was the same temp as the big one). Also, there was a covered pavilion thing with an outdoor kitchen and grill. We had access to all of it. Not sure that we would use the pools or pavilion, but they were there.

We made a light dinner of pasta, rice, leftovers.