We leave so early tomorrow morning that really, it will still be night.
Friday evening, I had a couple of hours before going out, so I decided to pack. Packing led to trying on my new bikini*. Digging through the closet for a cover-up led to the discovery of a pair of gorgeous shoes I bought months ago in Phoenix. iTunes was teen-rocking my apartment with The All-American Rejects and Panic! At the Disco. If you were so inclined as to peep from my fire escape, you’d have caught a glimpse at the 2006 Miss UES Scholarship Pageant. Shakin’ it to Dirty Little Secret in a bikini and heels, all I was missing was the wave. And a talent.
Luckily I was the only contestant.
Speaking of dirty-ish little secrets. Last year in the Bahamas, I got engaged to Action Jackson, the hotel’s nipple-pierced limbo king. The year before that in Malaga, there were some steamy hostel common room antics with a broody South African (god, I love ‘em broody). So if Costa Rica wants to make it into my travelogue, I’m gonna have to see some mischief at the swim-up bar. Or! Or during surfing lessons. That’s the ticket! Barring any nip-slip accidents, I think private water sport lessons are my best bet.
I also spent a better part of the weekend brushing up on my Spanish and studying road maps. Now, I have a Lewis & Clark caliber internal compass. I have a knack for context clues that only MacGyver could teach. I navigated the souqs of Marrakech, yet the idea of trying to find my way from the mountains to the beach is giving me serious anxiety.
Is driving on Xanax a terrible idea? Yeah, yeah. I know. My liver.
So, with t-minus fourteen hours until we take off (that 3:30 AM wake up call is going to kick my ass), my bags are packed, every cubic centimeter of my quart-sized Ziploc bag taken up by cute, travel-sized containers of liquids (thank you, terrorists, for a reason to buy wee things), and my heart is full of the appropriate amount of fear at the prospect of driving in a country that doesn’t care to mark its roads.
*Malia Mills, ladies. The most painless swimwear experience I have ever had. They fit by your bra & jeans size and are worth saving your pennies for. On the day after you eat half a turkey and the trimmings, the sales associate will tell you your boobs are bigger than you thought and that your ass is smaller. And you will add her to your Christmas card list.
After having navigated the unmarked roads of costas rica in a 4Runner myself, I say Good Luck. Click the URL to see what kind of directional signs await you!!!
Have a fantastic, fun, safe trip!!
enjoy!
I miss you already!
(From This Fish: I know you do, baby. I promise to bring you something ever manlier than Cowboy Bubblebath this time.)
Have a great time!
HI! Have fun! I was in the Dominican and they don’t have their roads marked, it was scary! ha. So they drink while they drive and I understand why! ha ha.
As for the bathing suit, my first thought was..in winter? really! But if you had it made to fit; well then I’m definitely going to look into that!
peace,
Enjoy your journey! Don’t you love anticipating the trip… and then enjoying it… and THEN telling the stories? I hope so… but regardless I hope you have entirely too much fun.
Thanks for the swimsuit link- doesn’t fit me, but I know someone they will.
peace
TwennyTwo
Have a great time and enjoy! Hope you’ll share some of Costa Rica in pics when you get back!
Have fun!!
Have an awesome trip Fish! Enjoy the nice weather, you know those of us in northern areas, with snow, are all quite jealous right now ;D
ooh!! just a note about the travel sized stuff…the containers MUST be smaller than 4oz….so even though it’s a “travel size” sometimes they’re 5oz….and if you get a mean mean gate operator, he will take your oh-so-important mouthwash and dump it!…how’s a girl supposed to meet her hot ex-boyfriend at the gate after a 5 hour flight and feel fresh and make-out-ready??
Don’t leave stuff in your car there. Ours got broken into (twice!) at Avellanes on my last surf trip. Also, speeding tickets can always be bribed out of.
Have a super time, with lots of rollicking fun! And of course tell all! I’m due to be bikini-clad in three weeks–three weeks I tell you!–so I might have to give your magic bathing suit brand a try!
Have a fun, safe trip!
P.S. Private water lessons are definitely the way to go.
I’m planning to go in the spring and the zip line and surfing lessons are high on my list of musts. In the meantime, I’ll live vicariously. Hope you guys have a blast!
Yay! for Panic! at the Disco and All-American Rejects!! I saw them both in concert this summer (though not together) and they were both AWESOME. (The only down-side was looking around to realize I was the oldest person there. Who knew 25 was ancient?)
I wanna go,go, go, GO……..
Malia Mills definitely was the most amazing bathing suit buying experience EVER. The girls that work there were so nice and helpful, and my suit is so cute and fits perfectly. Definitely worth the money, they really take the time to help you find the perfect suit. Hope you have an amazing trip.
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