Olé Olé

There's a new guest at the hotel, Austin from Southern California. An ex-soldier looking to do some serious kayaking all throughout Turrialba. Also looking to buy drinks for the whole bar at Olé Olé.

Dani and Juli found him to be super guapo so we invited him to come out with us. Their cousin Julian is his guide, too, so I suppose part of his guided experience could be to the blocked off alley that is Olé Olé.

Having just gotten over my Tican Flu (source still unknown, me thinks foul meat) I chose to sip on a coke. The bar lends me no favors by pouring it in a cup. They hand me a conspicuous glass bottle, obviously labeled. The label more or less labeled me as una aguafiesta- a partypooper. And, by this picture, can you tell how many other people are sipping on cokes?

Austin bought everyone drinks all night, which is really a shame because none of us were really drinking. I was on the health-rebound, Juli was driving and Dani was busy blowing off some vampiro (a mooch, he's always bumming beers and cigarettes- that's actually him and Dani is the above picture.) I should mention now that everyone smokes and I am seen as very rara (odd) because I don't.

Whenever we go to the Olé Olé I somehow attract a steady stream of Tican suitors. They always ask if I have a boyfriend and usually look pleased when I say no. I usually follow this with an 'and I'm not looking for one' statement. Last night a raft guide named Randy assured me this was a perfect match for him because he already has an ex-wife and a 4 year old, so he's not looking for a relationship either. Awesome!