My last full day in Costa Rica was a free morning with the promise of a long car ride back to San Jose in the afternoon.
One of my fellow travellers recommended a place not too far from my hotel called Bread and Chocolate. The name sounded novel, so I went there. I could have stayed at the hotel, but I had had their breakfast and wanted something else.
When I arrived at the covered patio restaurant, it was quite busy. However, I only had to wait a short time, before I was given my table. After checking the group’s Whatsapp page, I noticed one of my fellow travellers had enquired what everyone was doing for breakfast. I chimed in on where I was and shortly thereafter she showed up. It was nice not to eat alone–I had been doing that quite a bit for most breakfasts on this trip. I ordered the grilled cheese with bacon. When trying to choose sides, the waitress recommended the potatoes over the salad or fruit options. I took her advice, but wish I had taken the fruit platter. Nonetheless, my sandwich was delicious. The coffee was pretty good too.
Our ride to San Jose was mostly uneventful. We re-crossed the river we had rafted on and saw many good mountain views, but I could tell the trip was winding down. There seemed to be an air of finality to it. Several of us were facing early morning flights and others were off to other parts of Costa Rica, or Peru, or Colombia.
Our evening dinner in San Jose, while nice, didn’t dissolve into a raucous bash. A couple of beers and it was all over. We posed for a few lobby pictures and that was it.
The next morning, as I was all set to go and eat breakfast at the hotel buffet, a message alerted me that my flight was delayed by a couple of hours. It only made me worried that the snow and cold I had escaped was still going to affect my life.
I spent time milling around the Costa Rican airport. I ate a delicious, albeit expensive, burger at Smashburger (an amazing name if I have ever heard one), looked at souvenirs I had no intention of buying, contemplated getting a massage (I didn’t, but now I wish I had), and basically killed time.
When I arrived in Toronto, I made my way to my car, fearing that I would have to shovel with my bare hands to free my car. Luckily, it was mostly free of snow, but it was parked in a snow bank and required a bit of back and forth to free it. I should have backed in when I parked it. Better yet, I should either have taken the bus like my previous trips, or spent the extra money to park in a better (covered) lot.