Madagascar 3- Escape to Costa Rica

Wow where do I start? Flight was great...and guess what movie was playing? You guessed it, Madagascar 2, the movie we've watched at least 50 times in the past month. How funny! Ultimately, it saved us because J.R. was absolutely glued. Does anyone know the part in the movie when the animals are on the plane and the movie playing in first class ("...this is first class...it's nothing personal...we're just better than you") is a montage of all the failed flight attempts of the early 20th century? Well American Airlines / Dreamworks cut out all of those crash scenes and inserted Shrek! Too bad our actual landing was MUCH like the one Madagascar 2. Of course Tim yells out "touch down like you're kissing your sister" as I grab J.R. for dear life. And no lie, the second we come to a screeching halt J.R. says "mommy, how in the HELL-o are they gonna fix that plane?" Ha ha!

Just when we thought the craziness was over we get to the airport, go through immigration, wait a bit for our luggage at the carousel, and there is an announcement that the Vice President of the United States had just landed and all airport operations were to halt. After taking a second to remember who the VP of EEUU was, I start to realize what the Costa Rican people mean by the term "Pura Vida." If we were at MIA, I'm sure people would be up in arms, cursing up a storm. Here? Not even a shrug of the shoulders. Everyone just popped a squat and chatted. We had to laugh, epecially since all the 3 of us had to left to eat was a king sized bag of Raisinets (which we fought over). After a 30 minute wait- no worries, pura vida!, we clear customs and walk outside to meet our driver. No driver. No fancy Mercedes. 20 minutes go by, and still no driver. In the interim, these 2 creeps are all over us asking us where we need to go. Long long story short, it turns out the creeps were officials of the turismo bureau and THEY ended up driving us to the hotel. Oh P.S., our driver WAS there but LEFT US!!! Guess he said screw the Joe Biden mess. As we pulled out of the airport I swear the ENTIRE COUNTRY was leaned up against the airport border fences hoping to get a glance of big JB. I tell Tim: if he is staying at our hotel, we're royally screwed. Well guess what...?!

Our hotel is bbeeeeaauuutiffffullll. Beyond beautiful. The tower/concierge/club/whatever you call it level is only 6 months old. Pristene is a good word for it. Do I have to come home?! Luckily we arrive right as the concierge spread is open for business. Beautiful foods, but then again our last meal consisted of Raisinets so anything at this point would appeal to us. We decide after eating (it's 6:30 pm, 8:30 pm FL time), that J.R. would have to swim. We had the entire place to ourselves and J.R. TORE THE PLACE UP! Fun. Before passing out in bed, we turn on the TV to find the movie Cars is playing en espanol. Can a girl go a week without encountering a Pixar film?! We just had to laugh, again. Pura vida baby!

After the debacle at the airport we weren't sure ANYone would get us from the hotel and take us to the clinic. But Rafa appeared. Very nice guy. We met another couple from New York who has 12 year old son with J.R.'s very same diagnosis.  Lots to chat about with them. Come to find out they are staying in the next room. We later learn that we're probably the only two families at the Intercontinental because of the Vice Presidential summit going on! Tim KNEW there was a reason why we were asked to keep our curtians shut during our stay. How do you say SNIPER in Spanish?  P.S. The VP of Honduras is way shorter in person.

Okay this blog entry is wayyy long. Take a bathroom break and I'll post more in a few...

-K :)