I woke up with a big smile on my face this morning- not because I slept well, I might add!
Nope, I've dived right in and was living La Pura Vida within minutes of my arrival. You see, I had a red eye flight from Lost Angeles to San Jose, Costa Rica's capital city. Thanks to the French bitch that kept kicking my seat the entire fucking flight, I got NO sleep and arrived yesterday at 6 in the morning.
I had a few choices: I could have slept in the aeropuerto. I could have slept in the rental car. Or I could get out and conquer San Jose and La Pura Vida by storm!
Which do you think I chose?
I've said it before and I'll say it again:
Rarely in life do we remember the nights when we got enough sleep! I took my tired ass and hit the streets of San Jose. What I found was a grimey, Latin American hustle and bustler epicenter. It was hot, it was dirty, it was chaotic. But it was also amazing. Here's a glimpse of San Jose:
Inside Catedral Nacional-
For my brother in law, a true beer champion!
Teatro Nacional-
Cutest faux on a kid ever:
And I conclude with this amazing statue I saw by the national theatre. I was shocked and moved by its beauty!
