Beach to the City - Last day in the can

Knowing it will be our last day at the beach I get up early and head to the water and spend a small amount of time there before heading up to breakfast with Warren. I stick with the local fare of rice & beans, fruit and coffee believing it might be awhile before I get to enjoy this traditional Costa Rican meal again.

The decision is made to get ready to leave sooner than later to make sure that we get back to the hotel in Heredia in time to pack our bikes and get to bed early for a 4:00 am wake up call. We all pack ourselves one more time into the sardine can (Van), pick up a frozen chicken and head to the crocodile bridge for feeding time. I hear the on average 10 people in the country or so are killed by them each year and the way they were going for the chicken, It would be a violent death. For lunch we stop for our last family owned restaurant meal where the father could answer questions one had on store merchandise and was the host while the mother took the food orders & cooked while the daughter served the meals and bused the tables.

It took the better part of 4 hours to make it back over the hills the central valley and up the hotel at which point we broke down our bikes and got ready for our final diner out. Paulo has reservations at a great Spanish restaurant where we are served piaya, a traditional dish that is very similar to a cajun rice and seafood mix. The owner also treats us to a round of wine from a bota bag and show us the way you hold, pat and drink from it.

10:00 and it's time for bed.