My Apologies to Costa Rica

As promised, the last night of our trip was the best time I've ever had. As Suzi so gently put it, I prayed to the porcelain gods.



But listen how sweet my hubster is. He was up with me rubbing my back while I was puking. He brought in all the bedding from the bedroom so I could sleep on the bathroom floor. When he had to use the bathroom at 4 in the morning, he walked all the way outside and downstairs to use the public restroom, almost getting eaten by a giant lizard on his way!


So here I am, puking but warm and comfy with all the pillows and blankets while Albert is in the next room shivering. I thought he at least had a sheet, at least that's what he told me, but no, he stayed up all night checking on me and taking care of me.




Don't let his big bad ass exterior fool ya, he's just a big teddy bear! He packed all our things for me in the morning and let me sleep in.



Now when I pack for a trip, I make a list of everything and label our ziplock bags so I know what goes in each bag. Well Alex was smart enough to keep one of the empty ziplock bags in case I had to puke in it. This bag was labeled FACE. So the next morning we have to take a 2 hour bus ride to the airport in San Jose.




A 2 HOUR BUS RIDE THROUGH THIS:




No smooth highways here! Just bumping Up & down and winding around. (I'm a poet) So there we are on the bus with 50 other people. Five minutes into the ride I was going to puke. I stand up and turn around and this woman has her legs up resting on the seat across the aisle from her blocking my way. I gagged and 'bout threw up in her lap. She looked up at my white face and bulging eyeballs and lucky for her, she moved her legs just in time!


So I ran to the back of the bus and threw up in my "FACE" labeled ziplock bag. Alex of course came back to help me through the rest of the bus ride. After I had nothing left to throw up, I zipped up the bag of throw up (It was all water people, I hadn't eaten anything that morning) and set it on the floor below me so I could throw it away at the airport.


When torture was over and we arrived at the airport, I reached down to pick up my "FACE" bag and realized that it had a hole in it and it had spilled out all over the floor. Alex and I looked at eachother, grabbed the rest of our stuff and ran off the bus. Yep, we left the puky "FACE" bag on the floor of the bus.





So here is my apology to whoever in Costa Rica had to clean up my puke. I'm SORRY! I was dilusional and my husband had no sleep, we didn't know what we were doing!