Costa Rica: Getting There

January 14, 2011

Continental Airlines, you can SUCK IT!!!!

Melissa and Laverne came over the night we were supposed to leave. We had a 5:30am flight… which means we had to be at the airport at 3 in the morning! Of course I was still packing until the very last minute. (and I forgot my netbook power cord! Let’s see how long the power lasts…)

Dan snapped a photo of the three of us as we headed out the door:

We left a little late because they were di-icing the plane. We missed our connection in Houston by like a minute and the staff was rude. They put us on the next plane standby, but we didn’t get on. The flight after that was booked solid. They sent us to the service desk. They were rude there, too! They told us we’d have to spend the night in Houston and leave tomorrow, but after we complained, they said we could go and catch a connection in….

Melissa got a window-less window seat.

We told our ordeal to our flight attendant Yoel and he got the party started early for us.

Oh what a trip so far!

Okay, it wasn’t so bad. Honestly, once we got out of the United States the level of service and civility improved drastically. The people from abroad on this trip seemed to be so much nicer. Why is customer service in America so bad?

Yoel came back for a couple more rounds to take the edge off and we took a photo with him.

The view was beautiful:

But in Guatemala we only saw the airport.

Finally, off to Costa Rica!

When we arrived in San Jose, we called our hostel and they said they still had a room for us but we missed our shuttle. If we took a cab now, we would get there before they closed the reception at 10pm. We hopped a cab. Three hours later — one hour of which was a slow ascent up a very scary bumpy dirt mountain road, we were there. (Oh, it was so scary I thought we were going to slide over the edge and I was so thankful we didn’t take the bus!) Oh thank you Moses for getting us there safely! …and I mean that literally! Here’s our cab driver, Moses: