Everyone began to leave San Jose, and Kami and Stacey picked me up yesterday in my sad little hotel. It took them 2 hours to find me on account of the fact that there are no addresses or street names in San Jose. I was so happy to see them and they were so.... yeah. It took them 2 hours to find me.
After a stressful day of driving in the rain, dark, and watching a motorcyclist get hit my a semi, we finally arrived at our resort in Playa Ocotal (Kami and Stace decided I had suffered long enough).
It was dark when we got here, so I was speechless this morning to awake to the most beautiful place I have ever seen.
Sorry, but we have to go drink more champagne and fall asleep on the beach. More later.
Love and kisses.
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