Mi Cumplianos and SJDS deux

After the exhausting/hilarious hike, Jay, J, and I left the island and headed to San Juan Del Sur (round two) for some relaxin’. Did we do that? Not really. We found Renze and Omar again, as well as every single other person I’d met in the past two weeks, and had a proper Birthday Fiesta. We played a shit ton of Yaniv (which, thankfully, I was improving at), ate a glorious meal of fresh sea food with our friend Yuval, watched someone accidentally strand their sailboat on the sandy shore, attempted to sneak an entire handle of Fleur de Cana rum into a discotheque (and failed), watched jessie frantically avoid the newfound attention from the locals, and then had an adventure involving going to every single place in the entire town for inspection. We arrived home in the wee-hours, and Jessie and I probably woke up the entire hostel with the most ultimate giggle-fest in history (and if you know us, we giggle a lot.)

Really, the best [birth]day ever.

The next day we spent most of the daylight avoiding the sun, for not only was Jessie’s sunburn from day one now bubbling and getting gross, her feet had swollen to the size of watermelons and were not only painful, but pretty embarrassing (her words, not mine). After a long time of sitting/drinking organic costa rican coffee/playing (once again) a crap ton of cards, we came upon a man who knew of a place with an awesome pool. We followed willingly, and sure enough were presented not one, not two, but three glorious swimming pools for us to enjoy, fo free. Renze and I practiced Dirty Dancing lifts in the pool for entertainment, and I’m pretty sure our performance paid for our visit (I’m glad that the phrase “nobody puts Baby in the corner” crosses all kinds of borders).

Once the sun set, we took our tribe of travelers into the streets, and got stranded just meters (metric!) away from our hostel due to SERIOUS RAINFALL. We fiesta’d our hearts out, and I learned how ‘awesome’ Dutch people are at dancing (I’m so glad they understand sarcasm). We ended the night with street hamberguesas and beatbox battles, and I will say, I think I’ve met my match.

We headed back to Granada. A girl got robbed, we met a hippie, and had some hilarious ‘Nachos’ with a Canadian, who I think we made laugh more than he ever had in his entire life. Then I said goodbye to J-bomb and her awesome pink hat (RIP hat– thanks greg…), and also said adios to what has become one of my favorite countries ever… got on a plane and headed back to Costa Rica.