The last few weekends I have gone out of town, to explore other parts of CR, but this weekend, I stuck around. My sister arrives this afternoon (Sunday), and I didn't want to miss her arrival, so I did some 'local' stuff with my neighbor-girls at school.
On saturday morning, we decided to take the public bus to a beach 20 minutes away, Playa Conchal. After checking the bus schedule online half a dozen times to make sure we had the time correct, we headed out. After an hour of waiting at the bus stop, 3 buses going by that weren't the one we needed, and each of the drivers from said buses giving us different information, we gave up and took a cab. . . .
Playa Conchal is a really unique beach. The sand at the beach is made up of millions of tiny crushed shells (conchals!). There are spots where the shells are big and thick, other spots where they are smaller and finer, but regardless of the particle size, all the shells are soft from the constant movement of the water, so they don't hurt your feet (my initial concern!). It's really neato how nature works. I think there are very few, if any, other beaches like this in the Americas. Plus, the water is pretty clear, because there aren't as many fine sand particles churning in the water/waves.
Playa Conchal
Playa Conchal
The 'sand' at the beach.
The 'sand' at the beach.
The shells are all shapes and sizes along different parts of the beach, and in the water.
While at the beach, we spotted a giant hive of some sort. I have seen a lot of these in the trees, but never this close. I still don't quite know what is inside, or what kind of bugs build them, but this one was the biggest one I have seen. And I made sure to get a person in the picture for scale!
Large unidentified hive.
Large unidentified hive.
After we hit the beach for a few hours, we walked up to the little town nearby, found a soda, and had a nice cheap lunch: casado (my fave: fish, rice, beans, salad, and plantains) AND a drink, $5 (tax and tip included)!
The soda in Brasalito, yes that is a rooster; just hanging. . .
At night, we decided to go out to the town next door, Villareal. The area's rodeo is about to begin, and one of the bars in town was hosting the 'King and Queen of the Rodeo Peagant,' which this year, was abuelos- grandmas and grandpas. It was really fun and adorable. They paraded all the contestants into the bar , they all danced with their peagant partners, and at one point, after a full minute or two of complete silence in the bar (?), all the contestants took a shot of alcohol in unison. I am still not sure what this was all about, but I liked it.
Contestants lining up for the grand entrance.
The lady in the brown was crowned Queen, and the guy in the blue hat (kind of blocked in the back), was the King!
Shot time!
After the pageant, there was a band, dancing and drinking. I was asked to dance twice, and I very reluctantly went,, both times. The first time was with this super drunk guy, and it easily showed everyone in the bar, that I have no rhythm. There are no tourists in this town, so my friends and I stuck out like sore thumbs to begin with, then add in me being the ONLY person in the room who can't dance (especially bc I am fairly certain that rhythm is part of Latino DNA), so, it was NOT pretty. I think the second guy asked me to dance because he thought he could teach me, after seeing the disaster that was my dancing with the first guy, but I quickly proved him wrong too. I prewarned both guys that I was really really bad, and I actually tried to not dance at all with either (the 'thanks, but no' line), but they were super persistent, and I thought, 'what the heck- who do I know here?'
My first (and really drunk) dance partner.....not looking good.
Maybe looking a little better, but still not pretty.
One of my teachers was there too (her grandma was a peagant contestant), and I told her earlier in the night that I can't dance. After my two epic fails on the dance floor, I said 'I told you.' Her eyes got really big, like she was almost frightened, and she said 'NO! You can't.' She then tried to teach me too, but to no avail. However, she WAS the best partner I had that night :)
After a couple hours there, we headed home. Sadly, after we left and went looking for a cab, I was even stopped in the street by a random guy who told me he saw me dancing in thebar, and that I was a horrible dancer. He even told me in broken English. Sad, huh? I am glad I provided some entertainment for the locals though. :( YIKES!
Leaving the bar through the pageant entrance with my 3 neighbor-girls!