Adios Pura Vida

The bed was comfortable and I slept well. (As well as a 71-year-old gets to sleep, I guess.) Anyway, the next night I saw would be in my own bed.

So, the very first thing I did on my last morning in Costa Rica, was break the coffee mug that comes with the single-serve coffee maker. It only slipped an inch from its platform, but it proved no match for the solid granite countertop.

My room was located just a few doors down from Jjenny and the Litttles'. Jenny called me and told me to look out my balcony; and, sure enough, there they were!

As we rode out of the hotel grounds, the driver pointed out the coffee trees growing alongside the driveway.

Other than having the mild annoyance that somehow United Airlines had mistaken my middle name for a weird extension to my first, which forced me to create a new Mileage Plus account that I will later have to merge with my real one, since, as they point out, the miles never expire.

Our return flights retraced our original route coming out: We landed in Houston. However, even though it was a connecting flight, we had to get our bags (including checked bags), go through Customs, re-check our checked bags, and get to the gate for our final flight to Phoenix.

Mow, that's a lot of schlepping for anyone, but especially for a 71 year old who has trouble walking, especially when time is of the essence. So Jenny had arranged for a wheelchair for me. Howeber, somehow the wheelchair never showed up. That we made our flight at all was nothing short of a miracle; they were about to close the gate when I hobbled up to it.

Still, a miss is as good as a mile. We made the flight; we arrived safely; and now all that's left of our magical trip to Costa Rica are wonderful memories, and a thousand photos to go through!