Since we've moved onto dreams(not even related, and I'm not going to try and find a hook):
I did my usual drive to CR to catch a plane back to the US on Sunday. More flights, better connections, better prices than MGA. I got out late Sunday, a couple of guys showed up with a pantry for the kitchen that was supposed to be delivered Saturday. It didn't quite fit, so we had to do some sanding. Ariana found a couple of last minute chores for me, didn't want to see me go. In short, I got out of there really late.
I got to the airport in plenty of time, but I hadn't eaten since the morning before and was starved. CR has ALL the US fast food, I got a Cinnabon and a cup of coffee $9, took a sip of the coffee (too hot) and was just kind of ruminating about the weirdness of the dual life I've started to live -and drifted off. I wasn't even aware that I had slept, kind of like a deep daydream, but when I reached for the coffee it was cold. I went to the gate, plane had just left. CR is getting so busy now, some of the flights use buses like in Miami to take you to a waiting plane on the tarmac. No way they were going to send the bus back for me.
There's a hotel close to the airport where I leave my car (and stay when appropriate) run by a Dutch woman, a really nice property. My bag was already pulled off the plane, one of Avianca's pelple set me up for the same flight the following day, and she walked me back through immigration and customs (no secret way around, apparently). Back at the ticket counter, they retrieved my airport tax receipt, gave me the tickets for the following day, and I was asleep in a real bed an hour later. Really great customer service, big smiles all around.
The next morning I got there TOO early, there's a large 24 hour coffee shop that takes up the entire mezzanine above the ticketing counter, here's a couple of pics. Everyone goes there to sleep, the floor was littered with backpackers.
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