We soaked in every minute of independence; the fact that we could turn on the radio and listen to Costa Rica's favorite genre of music - 80's soft rock and ballads. It's the soundtrack of our life.
On this trip to the beach (a 1.5 hour drive) Chris also managed to smack his nose of the bottom of the swimming pool. He broke his nose and we had a nice trip to the public hospital to entertain his need for stitches. We paid $120 for 3 clear bandaids and a nurse to aggressively manipulate his wounded nose. Also in the background? Construction workers removing the wall of the exam room using a grinder to cut a nail in half. Shards of nail and sparks were flying across the room to create an entertaining scene. Chris and I praised God that we learned to navigate a public hospital when it was only his nose at stake. Now whenever we walk, taxi, or bus past any form of construction we giggle and shake our heads. Pura Vida!



