Cinco

It was an early morning bus ride to Puntarenas so we could catch the ferry across the Gulf of Nicoya. When we travel, I nap while Rory nervously checks his GPS. After the ferry, we took another bus through farms and windy bumpy roads. We ended up in a small surfing town called Montezuma. Carlos owns the motel where we're staying and he's always outside talking to friends. We're next to the town square, park and church, a few minutes walk from the beach, but the best part is staying in a quiet clean room after the hostel. Our Spanish is getting better, but mostly people either speak English or tolerate our jumbled Spanglish.Read more