Not so grand Playa Grande (Drive Day 89 minus 14 years)
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.
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