We woke up and decided we needed an adventure, as if this wasn’t an adventure already, right! We hit the road early and picked ATV’s something we had never done out the country. The ATV tour was about a 3 hour drive through the hills, the beaches and even downtown Tamarindo
Driving around on ATV’s for 3 hours was exhausting, so we skipped the beach and headed back to Playa Negra. Since Costa Rica is on our short list of places to move when we retire in 3 years we figured it would be a good idea to get an example of their residential communities and schools. After making it back to Playa Negra we met with a real estate agent and were very pleased with both the communities and private schools. Shout out to Larry at Playa Negra Realty for the great tour and advice!
Later that night and based on our realtor’s recommendation we went to eat at Restaurant Latino. it was a little local restaurant once again on a dirt road 3 minutes from our room, guess what!? We didn’t get lost this time, we had driven around so much that we finally knew how to get to the tree house, unfortunately it was our last night, so it didn’t matter.
At dinner we did the usual, ordered typical food and had a few drinks. We decided to leave Johnny Manana’s Tree House one day early, not because anything was wrong but we are wanders and wanted to see Jaco before leaving Costa Rica. We looked on AirBnB and within 10 minutes booked La Perlita, a cozy spot on the other side of the country. So grateful for our time in Playa Negra we accomplished everything we wanted thanks to Johnny and Larry. The next morning we woke up and said good bye to our tree house in the jungle. That place will truly be missed. Johnny Manana’s will always be our first taste of Costa Rican living. After breakfast we decided to take our final pictures of our Tree House.
Before heading out we stopped at Café La Ventana, a small café owned by our AirBnB host and his lovely girlfriend. La Ventana was an organic Café located on a dirt farm road in Playa Negra. Colorful art work filled the room as we walked in. The atmosphere was very relaxing and laid back, not to mention the A/C and Wi-Fi were on point. After ordering a couple of delicious fresh fruit smoothies we set back and talked to Johnny for about an hour.
As we crossed over the Tawain-Friendship Bridge, it was time to eat and we grabbed what we could from some guy on the side of the road. He gave us potato and rice pies, just like meat pies but no meat. After a few hours of driving, we noticed the season and the landscape change, behind us it was Summer and on the beach it felt more like spring. The vegetation was greener and alive around us, we began to see more and more mango fruit stands. The mangoes were huge, sweet and only $1.
We made it to Jaco without getting lost, and we made it before sunset which was awesome, no night driving. We walked around Jaco for a little bit before checking into our room at La Perlita. La Perlita was an outdoor paradise, blooming flowers covered the courtyard. The complex was owned by a French couple who were wonderful hosts. Our room was quaint but much like the tree house we had everything needed. Comparing it to our trips to Mexico, Jaco was the Cancun of Costa Rica, everything you wanted was there bars, resorts, hotels and even some of the same chain restaurants we have in the U.S.
As we walked Jaco Beach we located Copacabana Desire Hotel, we had been to the one in Mexico and wanted to see how the Costa Rican version faired out, sadly to report there was nothing there, the pool was empty which we thought to be really strange for a nude resort pool to be empty at 3 pm, we came back at midnight to check the scene out again and it was empty, we never returned again.
On our way to check in we drove along the coast and came across an empty field on the road. We actually stopped for the views, but shockingly found Costa Rican Parrots nestled in the trees. Getting as close as we could without frightening them away we were able to get some really awesome pictures.
Just 2 hours left before our last sunset in Costa Rica we shot off to Playa Hermosa to check out their black sand. Playa Hermosa was the best beach of the trip and the best part of the ride to Jaco. Getting into the water and feeling the waves crashing down on us was therapeutic. The temperature was idealistic. With no bikini or swimming trunks near us, we took our clothes off and jumped into the warm waters of the Pacific Ocean. Later that night, we ate a Shakas, a surfer’s bar and grill. The motif was decorated with bean bags as chairs, we called it a night as we headed back to La Perlita in Jaco.