January and February are the “windy season” in Costa Rica, at least near Lake Arenal where we live.
No.1 Sis was barely handling the 30 mile-per-hour wind. Then it escalated to 60 miles-per-hour and sustained that speed constantly for four days.
We lost power, we lost the internet, we lost the phone, we lost half a dozen trees, we lost the ability to go outside for a walk… and No.1 Sis lost her freaking mind.
She booked the last hotel room she could find in Tamarindo, and told us she was leaving. No.2 Sis and I could come along if we wanted to, but no matter what, she was getting out.
So we called our driver, Roberto, and went to Tamarindo, on the southern Pacific coast.
We stayed at the Mono Loco (The Crazy Monkey).
We walked around town, and went to a different restaurant for every meal. Such a nice change from living in a town that’s two blocks long and has only two restaurants.
This restaurant’s replica of a pre-columbian statue is holding an axe in one hand and a human head in the other. Gosh, I wish I could’ve known the ancient Mayans. They seem like such a cozy people.
We went to the beach. A beach! We sat in the shade and used 100 SPF sunblock. We all got sunburned. It was awesome!
We went to a casino in Tamarindo, too. No.1 Sis and I lost; No.2 Sis won. Not that much fun.
After a few days, No.2 Sis and I were ready to return to San Luis. I’m not too sure No.1 Sis was ready, but she came home with us anyway.
The winds are back down to 30 miles-per-hour, and the sun comes out occasionally.
I think we’ll make it.