My sister and my cousin knew there were certain activities they wanted to accomplish while they were here. I just wanted to make it through without killing them. Luckily, we both succeeded.
Our first full day in touristy and ugly Tamarindo, the girls wanted to go zip lining. I really didn’t have a desire to go (since I went a few years back), so I walked them to the tourist office to see them off. They returned a few hours latter filled with excitement.
“Eric, guess what!”
“We said guess!”
“I don’t guess.”
“Eric, you’re no fun! But we saw a monkey!”
“Oh wow, that is just so amazing,” I replied in an extremely sarcastic voice (sarcasm…the one thing I’m great at).
My cousin then proceeded to show me 3,429 pictures of monkeys, farm animals, trees, her hanging from the rope, and more farm animals. She has always had an obsession with farm animals, something I never really understood. The ride out there and even coming back, she made the driver stop every time a chicken crossed the road…no joke. I can just imagine what the dialogue looked like…
“Oh my gosh! A chicken!!!! Stop the car. I need a picture!” She gets out, takes the picture, and then they proceeded on. Two minutes then pass.
“I can’t believe it! Another chicken! Stop. I need another picture!” Car stops. Takes another picture. Caravan then proceeds to the destination. Only a minute passes.
“Holy crap. I can’t believe it! It’s another chicken! Stop. O shit, look a goat too! Wow, this is the coolest place ever! Quick, take a picture of me with the goat!”
It sounded like the guides they had really did a great job. They snapped numerous photographs along with a few videos of the girls, something that will be a blast to watch in the future. It was fun looking at pictures of the girls zip lining… but not so much of the farm animals.
Later that night, we headed out for a few drinks on the town. The girls dressed up and looked like they were about to go to a club in LA. I was wearing the same shirt and pair of shorts I have been wearing for the past week…we were definitely on a different level. The girls led the group to a club, yet once there, only they wanted to go in. The group split into two. The first group I dubbed ¨the people who smell nice,¨ which only consisted of my sister and cousin, and then the other group dubbed ¨the people who smell like hell.¨ I led the hell group… only because I was the one who smelled the worst. They enjoyed a sophisticated atmosphere, while the rest of the smelly people headed to more of a beach bar. We eventually met up later that night and proceeded to have an entertaining evening. Probably by far the most entertaining conversation though was with my sister.
“Eric, my abs are sore. Do you think zip lining made my abs stronger?”
“Of course. What you did was probably the equivalent to two thousand crunches,” I replied.
“Really? So do I look stronger?”
“Ya you do. Seriously, you must be a body builder.”
“Wow thanks. I should go zip lining more often.”
“What a great idea.”
The next day was spent hanging out around town. I heard of a really good Taco Shop, so I somehow managed to convince them to go to a non-touristy restaurant. Since it had been raining the entire night, the walk over there was extremely muddy. For some reason, it always gives me great joy when these girls are thrown out of their comfort zone.
“Eric, I have mud all over me!”
“Really? I don’t see it at all.”
“Look at this. My legs are covered. And oh my gosh. Look at my hair?”
“Ummm…it looks like hair to me.”
“AHHHH. Eric, I almost slipped!”
“The mud you idiot! Look how muddy I am. Oh my gosh, look, another chicken! Quick, take another picture!”
And so forth. They ended up loving the taco shop, so we were all in a great mood leading up to our afternoon. My cousin then took off to go meet up with one of her friends who recently moved down here, leaving my sister and I at our hostel.
We spent the rest of the afternoon/evening relaxing and attempting to catch up. I also attempted to teach her how to cook, but she pretended she did not know how to work in the kitchen at all. Truth be told, I think she was just acting. Quite intelligent if you think about it. She somehow had me cook her an entire meal while she sat there and watched. Job well done sis…job well done.
Before we knew it…the three of us were on our way back to San Jose…