(Quepos, Costa Rica)
Every year that we’ve gone skiing for the holidays there’s a sad and wasteful moment when we’re packing up to leave where all the half-used condiments and the ill-purchased, industrial-sized block of cheese go in the dumpster. Okay, if I’m being totally honest we all know my Mom packs all that stuff up and carts it 100’s of km home much to the chagrin of my father. The point being, when this time rolled around this holiday season Gregory and I were the ones who scored.
When we cleaned out the cupboards this morning not only did we get the forgotten chips and crackers, but we also cashed in on some select meat cuts left over from the overindulgent man grocery shops and the rare but remaining cervezas. Thank you fam jam.
With my parents staying aboard for the next couple days we only had one more person to say goodbye to. Dolores was catching the bus back to San Jose and we couldn’t think of a better place to wait for her coach then Dos Locos Restaurant. Not only does it hold prime real estate directly adjacent the bus depot, it had a live band busting out old CCR tunes and pitchers of margaritas to ease our post holiday depression.