We said a sad good-bye to Costa Rica last Friday. The hotel took us to the airport a mere 7 miles away. The airport was quite small. I don’t think it is much larger than Moline’s airport. The driver didn’t even ask what airline we were flying. I guess that could be for many reasons. One is that each departing tourist has to pay a $29 tax to leave the country, so he dropped us at that entrance, so we could pay the fee. Orlando has toll roads from both airports, so I can’t complain.
We arrived in Orlando around 3:30 p.m. or so. I can’t really remember. We went through an automated customs machine where a computer asks you questions and takes your picture. It was funny as it had to adjust its camera for Andrea’s height. It was only for Americans. The line for non-Americans was really long. I felt sorry for the people in that line as after the automated machine, we were ushered in front of the other line. Our customs agent talked to us for a long time about his experiences zip lining, flying Jet Blue, not being Hispanic and winning the prize, etc.
Afterwards, we returned to our normal life. We went to Downtown Disney and ate at Earl of Sandwich. We went to Trader Joe’s where we ran into my boss and his family and showed them pictures. During the rest of the weekend, we also went to New Smyrna Beach, ate in Titusville, ate at the Boardwalk, and rode bikes at Fort Wilderness. I took Andrea to the airport at 4 p.m. on Sunday afternoon.
My next trip is to the exotic locale of Tallahassee, Florida in less than 2 weeks for International Days.