My friend Lynn and I had come to Playa Zancudo, in the far south of Costa Rica. It's a very secluded town and does have a lot of expats, but during the rainy season the town is pretty quite with most of the houses boarded up until December when the rain lets up and the tourists start to arrive. Especially during the off season, it's definitely an everyone-knows-everyone kind of a town.
Sigh, since I'm one to succumb to peer pressure like it's nobody's business, homemade sarong/toga costume it is. Don't get me wrong, I love to dress up for Halloween; it's my favorite holiday. But given the circumstances, I figured we could just show up and have fun!
Getting dressed up went fairly well but it was agreed that nobody would be able to glean my cleverness without a little help. I needed a sash - like Miss America. Lynn had a marker so I fashioned a toilet paper sash and felt accomplished with the result.
Then the rain came. And came harder and harder and harder. We waited it out a bit, then tried texting a few friends we had made to try to find a ride. No replies. Okay well we either skip the party, or walk in the rain. Walk it is. Then the realization that I don't have shoes because of the tweaker thief. Lynn only had her flipflops that flipped mud up the back of your legs and butt, and a leather pair that she didn't want to get wet.
We walked, the only light in the pitch black jungle coming from our flashlights and the occasional street light, "ouch" "ooh" "ow" as we tenderly made our way stepping on rocks the whole way and avoiding puddles and the growing stream at the edge of the road.
The rain got harder. Can it get any harder than this? Why yes, it can! OMG we laughed, we sang (Singing in the Rain - duh), and laughed some more. We could barely even hear each other the rain was so loud. What the hell were we doing out there?! Our feet hurt, we were hobbling along slowly, getting wet despite the poncho and umbrella, and could not have been happier.
At one point a handsome blue clawed crab scurried out of one of the puddles and stood his ground in front of us, holding his claws up, daring us to pass. We talked him down and were back on our way through the torrential downpour in the dark but not before Lynn, almost with tears in her eyes at the ridiculousness of it, says "Now we have to watch out for crabs, too?!" More laughter.
You seriously can’t even explain this to people. It was hilarious and absurd. You sure wouldn't find us doing this at home! THIS is traveling my friends!
P.S. My sash didn't survive the heat and dampness in my poncho so I arrived at the party dressed as a messy maid. :/