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Marriott Hotel, San Jose Costa Rica
So here is a Miss Behaved travel tip: Spend your first night at the Big-American hotel. Big American Hotels have shuttles from the airport, the staff speaks English and the rooms and amenities are very comfortable. Plan on spending the most you will spend the whole trip on the first meal of the trip because you don’t know any better. Get over it and hand over the charge card.
Lush is a very good word to describe my initial impression of Costa Rica. The damp air is welcome after the dryness of the airplane I love this kind of moisture. The Marriott is adjacent to a golf course, as I enjoy the view and the mountain that resemble our own Mayacam Range, I see that a small community of homes are being built within sight of the Marriott. I love the style of course, but I imagine these homes are no different than Fountaingrove at home. We watched three weddings during our stay at the Marriott, the evening wedding was attended by elegant people including a stunning young woman in a strapless orange long dress, form fitting to her perfect form, she had dark eyes and long dark hair, after Andrew recovered and decided not to abandon his family so early in the trip, he commented that he already loved this country.
Michael loved the Marriott. I’ve trained Michael to love four star hotels as I do myself.
We didn’t really have time to do a project between 11:00, when we finally finished breakfast and 2:00 (about the time the bus was to arrive to take us to the dock where the Temptress was anchored) so we just hung out by the hotel pool and felt the warmth and admired all the tropical plants. Thomas slept on a chaise lounge, we have photos. Michael, Andrew and I lined up chaise lounges and read.
The gift shop was quite expensive so we didn’t by anything, which is fine; we’ll purchase coffee and stuff and junk in San Jose when we don’t have to cart it around.
It rained at 2:00 pouring straight down like the water pouring out of a showerhead that’s wide open because there aren’t drought warnings yet. No one cared or worried about the rain, or even remarked on it. I like tropical rain because it is straight down, no blowing wind and it’s not cold.
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