1 hour 17mins...

That's right. It took me one hour and seventeen minutes to come up with the name "Cup of Rica"... I'm I proud of myself? No. Well... Kind of.

Let us begin... its 8:30 at night on Thursday and I have been procrastinating about writing this blog about my trip to Costa Rica. I feel like I haven't even started packing, but I mean come on... I am a guy. You grab an arm full of clothes out of one the many stacks in your room and throw it in a suitcase. Worry about the other stuff later.

I have been to Costa Rica once... it was in high school. It was a very interesting trip to say the least, I experienced my first and second run in with a glass door there. I also had my first lesson in the dance of the Tango (la camisa negra) at a very interesting club, it was one of those nights where you kiss the floor of your hotel when you finally arrive back safe. Made my first and last mistake of telling someone that I was from "America"... and had the best fried chicken of my life off a street vendor, it was a pollo muy fresco. 

My expectations for this trip? PINEAPPLE, Take a lot of photos!, make sure to save said photos (don't have the best of luck with hard-drives), and blend in with the culture. I am excited to visit so many different businesses too, and to learn how they were able to switch to renewable resources. See the volcanoes, visit the reservations, see the beaches, and maybe go to my first spa. I am just really glad I decided to join this class, you never know I might not pay the exit tax.