For instance, Ali and I left Eugene on Sunday after dropping the kids at their respective plans that day, walking the dogs one last time, and last minute packing. We drove to Portland (I napped on the way -- so relaxing) and met up with Ali's friend, Erika. We went out to dinner at The Observatory and I ate a super yummy lamb burger, and Ali ate the BEST MEATLOAF ever. Or so he said. I couldn't taste it. It had gluten.
Erika had just inherited (sort of ) a new dog named Patrick. I caught him with a wee Irish hat on.
Erika's place was super cool. The light was a fantastic bonus feature for her husband, a glass artist.
We took a taxi to the airport the next morning, and flew to Texas for a short-ish layover, and found this cool glass sculpture that was really an instrument.
And then we flew to San Jose, Costa Rica.
Napping along the way.
We landed in San Jose and went through the immigration line (even though we weren't immigrating), and got our passports stamped. We got our bags and went through customs, and caught a taxi to our hostel.
Part Two tells of our sweet hostel -- Vida Tropical.