day four

Day four. Did a lot lot lot of driving. This time, we explored the northern mountains of San Jose (more or less the countryside of Costa Rica, instead of the selva). We drove through a small town called Grecia, very quaint (and not at all resembling Greece); if I ever bought a house here, id would be somewhere like this. It was windy but warm, and was elevated off the San Jose basin enough to feel like spectators of the rest of the valley. Small Pulperias littered the towns and took the place of the larger, urban supermarkets. Lots of cheese in the area, and I had the most amazing Palmito (that cheese I was telling you about that’s wound up like a ball of yarn) from one of the pulperias off the roadside:


We drove to Sarchi… a pueblito infamous for its artesania. Wagons and woodworking there were the coin of the town, and if you’ve ever seen those little painted carts on the brochures or tourist books about Costa Rica, it was actually in Sarchi where they were first created.

After Sarchi, we drove about an hour to Zarzero:

My camera lens failed TERRIBLY at capturing the depth of those clouds… it looked like a giant flood rolling into the valley. I don’t know how many photos I took, I guess this one’s the most decent.


Then this was me, doing a pseudo-supermodel walk in the middle of a famous garden in Zarzero (lots of those bushes-made-animals… if you cant see the horrid thing above my head)

And this was the really rad floor in the church that belonged to the weird animal-bush garden in Zarzero


And here was the giant cloud-flood a few hours later on our way back down the other side of the mountains… we ended up driving directly through it (it felt like a dream). And it actually smelled really good. I rolled down my windows right as we were hitting the edge of the clouds. Smelled like rain.


And then once in the foothills we made a stop at BAR FORY FAY (ill give you a minute or two to say that outloud, and then laugh).

The food there was pretty good, I didn’t drink any, although I have to admit, when looked over the menu that contained somewhat decent English translations of the dish names… I couldn’t help but want to order a “Glas of Whine”