Our new friends from San Jose left yesterday. Dad lives here full time, working as a cost accountant at a resort hotel in a nearby beach town. It's summer holidays, and the rest of the family visits whenever possible. They will be back - but unfortunately it will be after we have left for Atenas, so we won't see them.
So hugs and kisses and goodbyes all around. They left us their game bag, with Bingo and Uno and Jenga, and promised to stay in touch.
So late afternoon, heading in from the pool after a swim and a chat with our other new friends, the phone rings. It's Danny's Mom, calling to let us know they arrived ( a chore for her since she speaks no English), and Grandma in the background telling us she misses us already, and then Danny, to make sure he has our email address and to assure us that if there is anyway he can get back here before we go he will.
Friends forever? Who knows. But I don't agree with Rob's sentiments that the Costa Rica of earlier days is gone. I think it is alive and well on those little back streets where we ate lunch, and in San Jose and Atenas and in small towns and villages throughout the rest of the country.
And in people like Danny and his family.
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