July 28th, 2004

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staying in san jose today. when i first arrived, i told the taxi driver where i wanted to stay. "do you have a reservation?" no. "oh, they're always booked. i know a good place." red flag, big time, but i was tired and i went along. the place he took me to wasn´t too bad, but it was a lot farther from the center of town and more expensive. i paid for two nights anyway, figuring i would have a chance to check out other options. today i did, and ended up exactly where i had planned on staying, with a fourth floor room overlooking the central avenue, right next to restaurants and shops, and $9 a night less. so far today i have walked all the way across san jose to their largest park and the museum of contemporary costa rican art (el museo del arte conteporaneo). i took pictures of some great sculptures in the park and snuck one of a sculpture in the museum, although it wasn´t allowed. i wish i could have taken pictures of some of the paintings, especially one of a costa rican family sitting next to ronald mcdonald. in the painting, they were all developing clown faces to match his. you get the point, i´m sure. when i leave here, i am heading to the museo del oro, which is supposed to be spectacular. tomorrow morning i´m heading for tortuguero national park for two days and a night. i'll tour a banana plantation, take another boat tour of the jungle, and a nighttime excursion to watch sea turtles come up out of the sea and lay their eggs. then i´ll spend some time on the beach and come back here. i´ll post again when i get back.
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ok, another post, since it's pouring rain, and i have discovered that my money pouch that i hang around my neck isn't waterproof. (i did go out in it for a bit, and sat under a thick tree until it started dripping almost as fast as the sky) i must pick up some ziplocks for my traveller's checks and wallet. anyway, i visited the precolumbian gold museum in the central square today. spectacular. upstairs from that was an exhibit of paintings by a man who calls himself felo. i tried to find some images online, but to no avail. i really liked his work. it was quite varied, from expressionist abstracts to paintings of costa rican "shanty towns" with laundry strung between the houses. the latter were particularly interesting in that, despite obvious subject matter, they were quite abstract. the progression from his earlier work to these was clear. it's still pouring, and i really want to go out in it, but i need my traveller's checks, not a sodden mass of pulp.