Wooden details combined with plain floors giving way to very spacious and well-lit rooms whilst extremely ample windows kept the whole environment fresh and bright.
Time to hit the road on the "Bosterito Merenguito" (her car) again, this time heading downhill and Southwest, rocketing down the very modern dual carriageway leading to the Puntarenas region in the Pacific Coast.
Flora changed dramatically in a matter of minutes and again , I found myself surrounded by palm trees, leaving behind the hills of San Jose with its eucaliptus trees.
As we were approaching our destination, a sight of dozens of cars parked on a bridge over a river which features two very important things: said to be the most contaminated river in Costa Rica and strangely, a group of several hundreds of massive crocodiles live just under the bridge making it a very odd stop for whoever is heading down south.
Jaco Beach made its appearance in between holiday homes, palm trees and a carnival of souvenir shops and cafes, conveniently lined up parallel to the beach which was crowded with people from early hours in the morning. Couldn't be any other way as the strong sunshine dyed the sky of an absolute blue tone with no sights of clouds in the horizon and the crystal-clear waters of the Pacific were breaking against the warm volcanic gray sand.
This is what I would call a "Surfing Day". Rented a surfboard from the one of the local shops for a very convenient price, wore a bit of sunscreen and there I was facing the warm and clean waters of the Pacific while my friend and her cousin decided to do a heavy session of catching up with their lives and tans.
As the mercury rose, the day went by quickly in between snacks, fresh fruit, some chats and catching a good amount of solid waves (dodging the surfing manta rays) while the water refreshed what it already appeared to be sunburned skin all over my body.
Souvenirs were bought and a feeling self-accomplishment was felt. I had indeed reached both oceans in less than 22 hours.
Tired, collapsed on the car a few minutes later while returning to San Jose and woke up with the sounds of planes approaching the International Airport and the sunset colouring the sky in dramatic tones of orange behind us. Quick unpacking, shower and off for my last tour of the exclusive hills of Escazu, accompanied by my two lovely hostesses, my friend and her mom.
Last order of "Casado" for dinner and a good glass of "guanabana" juice, while the conversation took place under a very informal and warm Central American night. Back at home, Skype later, can barely remember it.