Day 1.1

Tragon Lodge, Costa Rica--We started the morning by taking our Typhoid pills, and were then disgusted by our father's fumes wafting under the bathroom door. It drew a few tears from my eyes. Then, at 4:30, we drove to the flying refrigerator, which is what airplanes should be called. Being on the airplane was like sawing off your own toes because I was scared to death. I remembered the one phrase I have been taught throughout my whole life: "YOLO." Adrenaline raced through my veins. I then laid back and assumed the position to nap.

The landing was rough in that it thoroughly nauseated my whole family. We refrained from yorking up our lunches as we disembarked. We met our guide Pika outside the airport. From there we were taken to a ground refrigerator, also known as an 11-passenger van. After a brief stop for lunch in San Jose (the food there was delicious) we walked through the rain back to our van.

Ginger interjects: On our three hour trek to the beautiful Tragon Lodge, we learned some interesting factual tidbits. We travelled on the Pan American Highway, which is the longest highway in the world, starts in Alaska and goes to the tip of South America. Costa Rica, which is roughly the size of West Virginia, is divided up into seven provinces, which are in turn divided up into counties.

Jonas continues: The lodge we're in is cool. The community is very nice (except for Marcy, who poked me). We're jet lagged and at an altitude of 7500 feet, so we're going to bed. There will be more tomorrow.