Cooking & Canadians

February 21- 26: hot o'clock

I'm resorting to combining the highlights of several days so as to not bore you with little details of mostly hanging out, doing some yoga and figuring out how and where to finish out our Costa Rica travels.

Together, the house pitched in to do a Carribean style cooking class.  This is where the chef comes to the house, brings all the food and shows you how to cook it Caribbean style using a coconut milk base.  The process of squeezing coconut milk and cooking the rice and beans is a long process but it was well worth the wait.  We also had chicken that was cooked in this base as well.  The trick is not over cooking the rice in the milk because the rice can become too hard.  At the end of the night, we all enjoyed a delicious Carribean feast and were able to hang out with a couple of locals to ask questions and compare cultural notes.

Within this timeframe we had to say good-bye to our Canadian friends who we enjoyed so much in three separate towns across the country.  It was a very sad moment watching them pull away in a shuttle.  We already miss them.  At least they are going home Olympic gold winners in both men and women's hockey!

Now, Mandy and I have the house to ourselves for a couple of days and discovered that Dave left his swim trunks over the upstairs banner.  Now, anyone who knows us knows that we can't let him live this down.  Instead, we kindly wash them for Dave but not return them without taking them out for a night on the town!  Mandy puts on Dave's swim trunks and I have camera in hand.

That day, we take the shorts to all of the places they have been with us in both Playa Negro and Puerto Viejo.

1.  The Point- where we watched hockey together

2.  The beach house gate - where they walked out of every day

3.  Bread and Chocolate restaurant - where we met Katrina's mom

4.  Drinking rum

5.  Chewing rice - Dave so kindly offered to chew our rice for us to soften our leftovers.  I think it was the rum talking

Otherwise we hung out and enjoyed our last moments of beach time.

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