Part Deux means that if you havent read the previous blog, then go back... unless you are one of those creepy stalker types, and in that case, you are just weird, and I hope this Internet craze ends soon.
So I get to my new house in Manuel Antonio and I am excited to meet my new family and see what this leg of the adventure has brought me. I meet my new mom Denia first. She seems nice, but I barely have time to process it before I am meeting her brother and my new little sister, and eating lunch while this new little sister is basically in my face, staring at me with a huge grin. She becomes distracted only once to cut her flattened sandwich into sixteenths. She offers me one, but I politely decline. She is freakin adorable, and I am okay with her staring at me some more.
I should also mention that I meet the new, one month year old baby, Isaac.
Then Denia lets me know that they were planning on going to her mothers house to go swimming (sidenote, forgive my grammar because the kezboard Im on is hard to figure out.. oh and the z and y kezs are interchanged for some reason). Denia asks if I want to stay and unwind, but I have no problem going with them. We walk over to my new grandmothers house which is 2 minutes away (less than that if you take the secret shortcut, which Ill let you know about later). I continue to be blown away by what I see.
And this is going to have to continue again in the future... our cab is here.
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Best cup of coffee I ever had was Costa Rican. Which is a little depressing because a local cafe' got a CR sack by accident. The beans were raw. I watched them roast it. I'll probably never have a cup like that again. Here anyway.
I wonder if Hemingway ever visited CR.
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