We drove to the rental car agency like we were in a funeral procession; slowly, in silence and sad. As we left it parked in the lot, we patted it’s exterior to say thanks for expanding our world and keeping us sane (and also apologized for any abuse it may have encountered while we explored the unknown).
And then we returned to walking. First to the bus station to find the bus schedule and then around the town of Quepos to find an internet café. Our favorite was closed. And so was the one next to it. And the one after that. We walked up and down streets until we realized that the garage-like doors to about 90% of the shops, cafes, restaurants and businesses were closed and locked. I’m not sure if it’s the strong Catholic presence in the country or what but it’s clear that Sunday is very much a day of rest.
I figured the only thing that may save us was something Americanized: the Best Western - it had to have internet for their guests and a restaurant was just a given. We walked in and were told we had two options, eat lunch or pay for internet use. Since we had just eaten a big breakfast in preparation for our return to walking, we opted to pay the WIFI fee and grabbed a table in the balcony area. After about an hour, we were kicking ourselves in the butt when we looked down on the street below. If we walked just a teeny bit further around the corner, there was a bar with free WIFI. But that wasn’t even the best part; they showed Sunday NFL games live. I was kind of ticked we were gonna miss the football season (and not just cause Tom Brady is a very close 2nd love of my life), and now we don’t have to. So you’ll know where to find us on Sundays…
The only real issue is that we have to work around the bus schedule and inconvenience of where we live. In order to get there, we will have to wake up around 7am and leave our house around 8am to make it to the bus stop for 9am. We have no clue exactly when the bus rolls by, but it’s between 9am and 10am so we might have to hang out for a while. The bus will then take us to Quepos with an ETA around 10:30am (which is really 12:30pm your time – just in time in for kickoff). Seeing as we left yesterday on the 2:30pm bus and didn’t walk in our front door until 5pm (right before sunset), we won’t be sticking around for any later buses in the event there’s OT or a night game. So we might not get to see all the Pats games. At least we’ll get a dose of football which will be the highlight of our week while were still stuck in this house, even if we are watching the Lions. If we do end up religiously attending these Sunday games, I think the NFL should strongly consider acknowledging us as Fans of the Year.
So tomorrow begins a three week house arrest but I guess it could be worse. As Mike described it, we’re going to be on a three week beach vacation because that’s really about all we can do. It’s strange how I couldn’t wait to escape my routine at home to just lie on the beach and do nothing and now I’m itching for a routine here. I feel like a plan for the day will make it pass quicker and milestones, however insignificant, give me something to look forward to. So I made a calendar to countdown to our most noteworthy events: watching Robin Hood (it took 4 hours to download from iTunes, it better make the list), going to internet cafes, NFL Sundays, and getting a rental car again to move the heck out of here! I’m hoping that once we get into our new home (wherever it’ll be) there won’t be a need for such a trivial survival plan cause I’ll be surrounded by things to do and ways to escape. Until then, I’m hoping this will suffice.
PS: The dog in the photo is our foster apparently. He greets us whenever we come home and before we leave. We've even caught him laying outside our front door at night. Obviously our hearts are already taken, but he's our favorite CR doggie.
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