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Puntarenas, Costa Rica


Day 103

I woke up early with Josie because I wanted to try to get on her outrigger canoe trip. A bunch of people didn't show up, Kelly and Kelsey included. Their hotel ended up being closer to Jacó rather than Puntarenas, where Travelocity said it was. It would have been expensive for them to grab a taxi all the way to the ship and back. If only SAS had told them where the canoe place was (in the same city where they were staying) they could have just met us there instead of losing all their money. 


It was so gorgeous. The cliffs looked amazing above the crystal blue water. Pelicans were flying around and roosting in the trees on the cliffs. Something was driving fish up on one side of the boat; they kept jumping out of the water. Clouds were hiding the sun by the time we made it to the beach though. And the water was murky from rain, so snorkeling was not worth it. I went on a hike through the forest instead. We looked for monkeys, but only saw birds, frogs and leaf-cutter ants. The ants were pretty cool. I had never seen those before except on the Discovery Channel. We got to walk under a natural spring waterfall. Everyone described the water as “refreshing.”

On the trip back, we had a race. Of course my canoe won. We were a crew of all girls, and we didn't even have a pace-setter. Plus, Greg, the camera guy, was filming in the front seat.

We drove over a river with the highest population of crocodiles per square kilometer on our way back to Puntarenas. You could see at least 10 just from the van.


After eating lunch back on the ship, Josie, Becky and I showered and went out shopping. We walked along the pasaje de los touristos and then into the city to the grocery store. I loved being able to practice my spanish at all the places we went. I kept messing up and embarrassing myself, though. I guess that's how you learn. That night we went for dinner at a seafood place that someone had recommended. Gar, Brittany the photographer and a few other people were there. It was karaoke night. So Josie and I signed up to sing Stop by the Spice Girls. Gar and Brittany sang a few songs too. SAS people kept trickling in. 

After a while, and a few beers, Prof. Zelenski showed up. Josie kept trying to get me to go with her to talk to him. Luckily, I didn't allow that. Tons of crew people came in too: they love to do karaoke. In the Christmas spirit, Josie and I gave a rendition of Walking in a Winter Wonderland. I don't think many people were amused. 
Jacqueline and the other wellness center girls showed up. She came to say 
hello and told us they were celebrating her birthday. She bought us a round of tequila shots. I am really going to miss her; she was always so great. Pretty and nice. (I guess that's how she scored Nick from the Purser's Desk.) We were talking about Nick, how envious all the girls were of her, and she told me that she had only kissed him twice. That was a huge shocker. I told her to get over there with him and start kissing before I did. 

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