S was up at 6 this morning to make our morning meeting with the naturalist in Manuel Antonio National Park. H was still feeling crummy (stuffy, sore throat), so I volunteered to stay back at the bungalow with her. I caught up on some work email and read some magazines while H texted with her Grandpa and facetimed with cousin O.
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The view from our veranda. |
After a few hours, she started to feel better, so we got dressed to start our day. We hadn't eaten anything in over 14 hours, so I was pretty hangry. We took a cab to the entrance of the park and ate at a little tourist cafe called 'Restaurante Donde Alex.' It was entirely sufficient, though I suspect the cheez whiz topping on my burrito was meant to add a certain 'American flair' and H dismissed her spaghetti as 'not as good as daddy's.' The mango smoothie, however, was excellent, and H enjoyed it while texting her Grandpa back in the states.
After breakfast/lunch, we walked into the park and caught up with S, who had a great experience on the naturalist tour and was eager to do some more exploring with us. We started by walking down to the beaches along an elevated trail system that ran over marches crawling with tiny crabs.
The beaches were crowded with sunbathers of all ages and nationalities. We hung out for a bit, dipping our feet in the water (bathwater warm!) before heading across a tiny isthmus to Punta Catedral (Cathedral Point), for a fairly strenuous hike that took us to a bunch of look-outs over the water and also let us see some monkeys!
Back on the mainland, we headed back to the car through a mangrove swamp, where this little friend was showing off for us.
We got back to the hotel in a rainstorm, took a quick dip in the pool (in the rainstorm), got cleaned up and then headed to
El Avion for dinner. The restaurant is built around a Reagan-era contra plane, and it has some exquisite views of the water and the sunset. We were at the best table in the house, as evidenced by the throng of people standing around us with their phones while the sun set.
The main fuselage is now a bar, and the cockpit is open for visitations.
After dinner, we swung by a grocery store for fruit, snacks, water, and beer. Then, home to bed so that we can rest up for tomorrow's adventure, which is a total surprise for H. She says that she's feeling much better, and I'm convinced that she wasn't really sick as much as over-tired from a few days of hyper stimulation and not enough sleep.