Pissed at Poas...

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At the volcano too dang long

(San Jose hotels)

Flag of Costa Rica San José, San José, Costa Rica
Friday, September 18, 2009

"Diane" invited me to visit the Poas Volcano. I had nothing to do…so I went.

It is the only volcano of its kind in the world. It should be interesting, right?

Wrong.

About 20 minutes into being there as I was walking through the woods…the spooky woods…by myself…I realized that I wasn't scared. It was an epiphany because I am always scared.

Especially of scary woods.

I mean honestly it looked like there should have been witches standing over a big pot that had like cat tails and booga root in it

Foggy Crater

.

Seriously.

I wasn’t scared though. I was too pissed to be scared.

I was sort of pissed at Catalina because she assured me that it was beautiful and I should go. Liar…

I was pissed that I had wasted a perfectly good day going to a volcano that was too foggy to see. The volcano is in this crater and so apparently when you can see the water/acid it is amazing. I wonder what they call it when all you see is fog…Oh I know...boring.

I was pissed because I was walking up a bunch of hills. So many that at points during the trip I had to stop and catch my breath. I mean who does that? I had a cute duffel purse for goodness sake…not a back pack and I didn’t have on hiking boots but I think I hiked

I don’t hike.

Foggy Crater

I mean I do…in Arizona.

My husband and I hike…but really what that means is we find pretty locations where other people like to hike. We take a bunch of pretty pictures and then find a new breakfast place to try. I mean…that is the extent of my “hike.” But this was some straight up nonsense. I broke a slight sweat.

I was pissed because the bus going up there leaves you there for 4 hours and comes back to get you. I wish I knew that when I signed up to go.

I was pissed because I was too nervous to lie and say that I was Costa Rican and I had to pay 10 dollars to get a ticket into this place…a ticket no one took.

I was pissed because there was no guide. I like guides because at least I know what stuff is. All I knew as I walked around was that there was a bunch of fog and the trees were probably talking about me when I walked by…and shielding witches from view.

Scary Woods

I was pissed because every time I tried to set my camera timer to take pictures of myself (pathetic I know) someone would come along and I would feel embarrassed. I mean not so embarrassed that I would not keep trying…but embarrassed none-the-less.

I was pissed because it was cold. Cold like Ohio is the late fall…and wetish. Miserable.

Anyway, after my failed attempts at self portrait, unsuccessful view of the volcano crater and self guided HIKE, I made my way to the gift shop.

Eureka!

They had hot chocolate.

Hot Chocolate with coffee liquor.

Not liqueur…L-I-Q-U-O-R (the gift shop was at least good for that)

So I had 2. Then I fell asleep for an hour in the room with the video tape about the volcano…so what? Nobody at the Poas Volcano knows me.

When it was finally time to leave “Diane” met back up with me.

Her pants were all ripped. She said that she fell.

I was pissed I missed that.

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