This is possibly the most backpacker touristy spot we’ve hit in Costa Rica. Which is why it’s where we take a hit. In the wallet. Which, stupidly, I left in plain sight in the cab of the truck while we locked it up to go watch surfers and count turtle traps. Funny how thieves can jimmy the lock of a brand new Ford F350 but not the door to the 1968 camper. That would have been worse. But the break-in rattles my nerves and ramps up my ranting. I have to call my aunt back in Oregon to cancel credit cards. Even the monkeys seem to be mocking me now.
Follow this bonus-material blog and ride along on a one-year road trip that inspired the memoir The Drive: Searching for Lost Memories on the Pan American Highway. On sale now. Get yours through the buy-the-book links at the bottom of the landing page on my teresabrucebooks.com website or here or here. Planning a road trip? Buy the audiobook here. Like The Drive’s Facebook page and tweet back at me @writerteresa.