costa rica, day 8

aka "the best of": playa hermosa, tropical latino and sushi dinner. hermosa was HOT and MUGGY.  yuck.  we got there about an hour earlier than usual, so we could see that the tide had gone all the way up to the trees that morning. crazyness! we sat in the shade, but the humidity was making the wet send underneath us feel like steam. we were over that fairly quickly so off to tropical latino for lunch & bebidas. sat in the shade here too, but it's much nicer as we have chairs.

back to moana lodge to reclaim pool from the kiddies. i think i scared them the day before with my evil-eye-death-stare, because they hung out in the jacuzzi the whole time and didn't make a peep. good!  because everyone knows that kids should be seen and not heard. 

the monkeys are back today in full force!  they actually came a lot closer than before, but by this point i already have about 200 shitty pics of them and i certainly don't need any more.

go to mary's for dinner for our last supper with the melrose place gang. it kind of feels like the end of summer camp, but the kind of summer camp where you're totally ready to go home. miss h. and i are leaving the next day, and so are matt & mary, the other kiddies from NYC. todd and stacy are still there for like 4 more days, which they did not look happy about.  i mean, all of their friends were leaving, the pool had been overtaken by screaming children, and they were in that small-ass room with no mini-bar or blow dryer.  torture! i would have changed my flight home ASAP.

miss h. and i go on a beer run after dinner, which was pretty hilarious because 1) can't remember the last time i went on a "beer run", but i'm going to guess that it was somewhere around 1985 and 2) remember we're in this little dirt road town, a la tijuana, and we're running into the liquor store wearing sundresses and acting like total city girls.

as we're winding down at the pool, saying bye to our fellow campers, adain shows up -- totally buzzed, i might add.  so he convinces us to stay a bit more and miss h. and i take that opportunity to let him know exactly what's on our mind. "so, what's up with no mini bar in the standard room?  how come you're letting kids stay here? is there a reason why you can't have a blow dryer and a full-length mirror in the small rooms as well? i mean, really, how hard could that be? and do you think that you could kill off all of the crabs?"

of course we were being very nice about it all, but you could still tell.  you could tell that he was thinking, oh god, i should have just let these crazy bitches go to bed.

:D