The final installment

So Andrew went to San Jose for 4 days leaving me at the place which was technically up in the mountains about 7 miles from Dominical. Most of my time was spent reading and hiking around taking pictures. This is where I spotted the Banana spider which amazingly enough for its size you can walk right up to and pick up because they don't bite. My good friend down there Kaisha pronounced Kay-sha would sometimes come and get me for dinner or to go surfing. She is an amazing cook by the way. We would hangout with her roommate Stewart. Now this was a very interesting dynamic. Kaisha is from Vancouver and is also a very very devout Mormon. Where as Stewart is also from Vancouver and is anything but with his drinking and what not. It is really fun to see the way they harass each other. So anyways Andrew returned to Dominical and it was life as usual we hung out for a few days not doing to much. The day before I was supposed to leave we went for one last surf sessions. I paddled out beyond the brake and just enjoyed being there in silence bobbing in the rollers. You just sit and zen then it is time the wave wells up at just the right time and brakes just to your right or left and starts to curl toward you A few strokes and the board starts to slide down the face with the curl moving closer. Pop up and carve laterally along the face carving back and forth till it just about brakes right on top of you. Carve back up the face and dive over as it crests and you are right where you need to be to catch the next wave. The coolest part of this last day of surfing and the icing on the cake for the entire trip was the fact that the waves that I was surfing in and enjoying life where the same waves that dolphins where doing the exact same thing. So after one last meal with Kaisha and Andrew (Stewart got stuck in San Jose for a few days) at San Clemente where the cute little Tica Daniela worked I got dropped off at tortilla flats that same place I went to when my adventure first began. My ride was supposed to pick me up at 2:30 yet the land slides near San Isidro delayed him. I got out of there at about 4pm. We had to take the long way around because more landslides happened. So we headed north to a town called Quepos over the worst dirt road that you can imagine. Once we got to Quepos traffic started to back up. Turns out that a semi had busted trough the metal plating on the one way bridge out of town. Now again Costa Ricans are the coolest people till they get behind the wheel of a car. They just started to cram their cars so close to the bridge on both sides of the streets that there is no way the authorities can get to the bridge to fix it. So 3 hours later they get the bridge cleared, 2 hours later traffic actually starts to move because it was such a cluster of cars it took that long to get everyone all straitened out. So my 4 hour drive to San Jose turned into a 10 hour drive. I finally got there and was glad that I made a reservation in a hotel because I was in my room so very quickly. I laid down and turn on the TV out of curiosity. I ended up falling asleep to the "A Team" broadcast in Spanish. The next day I headed to the airport to find out that I had been bumped to first class to Houston. Three course meals and leg room it was amazing.Once in Houston I boarded my flight back to SLC. Now I literally went from the very front lap of luxury to thee very back where my seat wont even recline.