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Let me preface this post by saying, that I had hoped to plan a bit more before coming on this trip. But, due to family circumstances my summer was consumed differently than expected which caused me to allow a failing root canal to linger to a point where even chewing a smoothie caused discomfort!
So, the planning for the vacation part of this experience meant winging it once I got to Costa Rica. I had planned to bring my son along, but school and fall sports had just begun so this wasn’t practical. So off to Costa Rica I went all by my lonesome.
Once in bustling city of San Jose, CR and under care, the combination of pain meds, malaise, work projects and language barriers caused me to stay close to the B&B and Ginette Luarin who was taking such great care of me.
So I spent my time locally in Escazu enjoying the culture and people instead of riding tour buses to volcano’s and rain forests, or buying t-shirts saying “I Love Costa Rica!”.
But there certainly is no shortage of tourist trips, trinkets or t-shirts to be had. Of course there is opportunity in everything so staying local allowed me make stronger connections with my hosts and chill out which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Ginette even took me to see her Shaman to have my Chokra’s read, which was quite enlightening because I wasn’t even sure where my Chokra’s reside! The experience left me in a happy mood . . . until that next dental encounter and the whirring of the miniature drill!
Charlie!! Dental Concierge Extradonaire.
Meanwhile, Charlie was great about getting me out of the house and took me on outings to a sports bar, and a bus adventure to downtown San Jose. I enjoyed being in the flow of the local people while standing outside of one of many McDonalds. I found it hard to believe these people could embrace Big Macs over mango smoothies, but perhaps it was the novelty of something different that drew them into the golden arches.
For a while I was on my own to walk about to restaurants and shops and enjoyed a jog or two around the neighborhoods. The mouth invasion I had agreed to required me to lay low for a couple of days and being that I was 3,000 miles from home, I followed the dentist’s instructions explicitly between visits to avoid any complications . . like infections!
My temporary home, Casa Laurin is located in Escuza, which is a suburb of San Jose…about 6 miles from the city’s center. You can ride a bus for very cheap and it is quite safe. San Jose has a nice huge park downtown and brand new soccer stadium which stood out among what was otherwise a busy old looking city. I had been warned about crime, so I carried very little with me and kept my phone and cash in my front pockets. To my delight, no one paid much attention to me as I blended in easily with the local crowd.
Once downtown, I toured the Gold and Currency museum which was ok for about an hour, but candidly the best part of it was the air conditioning. Charlie had left me to do some of this stuff on my own, which allowed me to wander around and use my now even less refined Spanish.
With Charlie’s coaching I avoided dressing like a gringo tourist which meant I wore levis, loafers and bland colors. It was hot and humid, but pretty much all the locals dressed in long pants. It made no sense to me, but I could easily pick out the gringo tourists and was glad I listened to Charlie in spite of my now very sweaty legs!
The most interesting part of the city was the market which was smack in the middle of town. It seems every food vendor was selling roasted chicken, with prices that were all over the map. If you didn’t want to try local food, I passed at least 4 McDonalds, 1 Wendys, 2 Burger Kings, KFC and there was always the Walmartback in Escuza, albeit, with Market of Choice prices.
Shopping!
Perhaps all of these American brands were the cause of the rising cost of living in Costa Rica. In fact on a visit to Walmart with a fellow B&B guest, I realized that Walmart was more expensive than any other shopping option.
Charlie told me Costa Rica used to be a very inexpensive place to live. You can still acquire real estate relatively cheaply, but I personally wouldn’t live in this very crowded part of the country. San Jose is a city of roughly 2.5 million people, many of whom on the surface appear to be fairly poor. As foreigners continue to seep into the country, the gap between the haves and have nots grows, which is validated by the many bicycles, motor bikes and bus riders.
San Jose’s infrastructure is inadequate to handle the volume of mixed vehicles which creates a degree of chaos not seen in my humble little town of West Linn, OR. I was surprised to learn that there are far fewer vehicle accidents than one would expect, especially given the many many motorocycles and bicycles weaving in an out of traffic every where you go and it is rare for someone to get hit by a car. I certainly pushed the envelope on that statistic!
For me the most unusual aspect of this central American world had to be security. As with most Latin American cultures, private security rules the day. While Police ride on small motorcycles and bicycles in tandem in the heart of San Jose, virtually all residences and businesses were “gated in”.
Casa Laurin was no different, which on the one hand allowed me to sleep safely, but on the other gave me a feeling of being caged in. With guard shacks every few houses and heavy metal gates surrounding most homes, crime in the suburbs while on the rise, seems to be kept under control. It is a bit of an odd feeling to walk down a residential street and be given the once over repeatedly.
But, candidly after a week behind bars, I was beginning to miss the comfort and freedom of West Linn where police actually knocked on my door in the middle of the night to tell me my garage door had been left open! With several days before my crowns would be ready, I decided to leave the worries at home and experience the life of a local during my time in Escazu. So it was back to Walmart for more ice cream!
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