Day 25: No power = breakfast and beer.

Since we've pretty much coordinated all we need for our move out and move in on Thursday, we don't have any reason to hunt down internet spots so we decided against heading to Quepos for football and websurfing. That was before we went to bed.

Around midnight is when the fan in our room shut off - which meant that we were in the middle of our fifth power outage since we've been here. Most of them have lasted about 10 minutes but with each hour I woke up drenched in sweat, I realized this wasn't one of our normal ones. Not like a ceiling fan does much in 115% humidity, but at least it feels like someone's standing over us blowing sweat back in our pores. Without the fan, the sweat has no resistance. After tossing and turning and peeling hair, sheets, mosquito netting, or anything else that happened to stick to us, we gave up around 7am, still without power, to figure out what to do.

Since our refrigerator was doing its best to keep its contents cool and our stove didn't work, our breakfast options were limited. And no power meant we had limited time before our computers shutdown as well. And the clouds were definitely prepping to empty on us in a few hours too. Taking a trip to Quepos seemed like a good idea now.

After our usual two hour trip to town on an empty stomach, there wasn't a grain of rice (or eggs, or toast) left on our breakfast plates. The highlight of breakfast was when Mike received what we think was a compliment from the Costa Rican Santa Claus who walked by our table and spotted Mike's Alan-esque beard. He gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up while pointing to his own long yellowish-white beard. He then pointed to me, pretended to cut his beard with his finger scissors and vigorously shook his head NO. Mike took this as a sign that his recent contemplation to trim the beard was a bad idea. And so the catepillar on his upper lip (as he explains it) will remain.

From there, we made it to the football bar. We didn't want to be selfish and just use their wifi services, satellite TV and airconditioning without offering anything in return, so we cracked open a couple of cervezas with kickoff. Which isn't too different fom home. I'm sure plenty of people were doing the same thing...the only difference being that we're sipping on Costa Rican Imperials.

Of course, the Patriots aren't playing this week, so we'll miss them again...but someday we'll catch 'em. Maybe. And maybe our power will be back on by the time we go home. Maybe. I'm not sure which one I have more confidence in.