Everyone told me that the wedding weekend was going to fly past me and be a complete blur. I knew it would come and go fast. I'm just not sure I was prepared for it to come and go as fast as it did. But this isn't a blog about how wonderful and perfect the wedding weekend was or how fast it came and went, no, no, no, that would have to be an entirely different blog altogether. This is a blog about our honeymoon trip to paradise and exploring the Northwest region of Costa Rica.
I'm really not sure how Genaro and I woke up that morning for our 4 a.m. shuttle to the airport. I look back and think that after all the excitement of the wedding, the reception and the after party that went late into the evening of February 26th, 2011, it would have been possible to sleep through a few different alarms. I would even believe I could have slept through a marching band going through my bedroom. But at 3:29a.m., exactly one minute before the alarm was set to blow and only a few hours after our fantabulous marathon wedding reception had ended, Genaro just woke up…sans alarm or marching band. Lucky for me he was excited and anxious and before I knew it coffee made. Our shuttle arrived ten minutes early before my feet had even hit the ground (you can read still in bed sleeping). Genaro announced the shuttle had arrived that got me vertical in a hurry. It was cold outside. Ice storm cold and I grabbed clothes out of my closet half asleep. We will call my outfit “interesting.” I hadn't planned what I was going to wear on the plane, only what I was going to wear in warm sunny Costa Rica!! But despite my lack of showing any signs of fashion sense, my husband of 15 hours and I had our two backpacks in tow and were Costa Rica bound.
We arrived at the Kansas City Airport only to find out we were being upgraded to first class seats. Gosh, darn, don't you just hate it when that happens? It was only appropriate to start off the honeymoon with a bloody mary, right?! Cheers!!! I'm not really sure that at 6 in the morning that was a good idea but they were free and it made us both sleepy enough to get us through the next 4-5 hours of flights. Upon arrival in Liberia my “not so fashionable” outfit became even more importantly “not so practical.” It was hot. Note to self: when traveling from freezing cold to hot and humid, be brilliant and wear layers, lots of layers. Layers that can be immediately removed upon arrival in said hot and humid destination. My husband, he had on layers, he clearly had either planned out his outfit ahead of time, or thinks a lot better than I at three in the morning. However, in my defense I packed my one single carry-on perfectly. I didn't under-pack like I do when I go to my sisters. Although, that might secretly be so I am forced to raid her closet. I didn't over-pack like I do when I go everywhere else. One perfectly packed carry-on most certainly made up for my unfashionable impractical outfit I had on. So here we were in Costa Rica.
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