I have heard there will be blue butterflies
There’s nothing like a visit to the County Health Travel Nurse to make you feel paranoid about traveling. At home you are looking at colorful guidebooks featuring photos of azure skies, palm trees and white sand beaches. At the nurse, she pulls out brochures with photos of mosquitoes and tells you about dengue fever.
It’s like the nursing version of mommyblogging – one minute you think you are doing a good job as a parent, and the next you read something that makes you consider getting a CamelBak full of hand sanitizer.
Apparently the only place to get typhoid shots in this county is at Public Health. I had to get typhoid shots because I’m going to Costa Rica. Did I mention that I’m going to Costa Rica? I’m going to Costa Rica. NOT on a mission trip. Not for anything worthwhile. Just for the hell of it.
My BFF CC and I decided to go. She has a month off work, thanks to a budget-cutting government policy of giving her a couple unpaid days a month. She saved them all up. So now the kind citizens won’t have anyone to process their paperwork for a month, because she will be strolling the cobblestone streets of San Jose. Hey, taxpayers, if you want service, you have to PAY for it. Otherwise, adios, amigos. Que le vaya bien.
I’m not going for a month, just 10 days. But I’m GOING!
The original plan was to go to Buenos Aires, but I wasn’t feeling it. Then we talked about every other Spanish-speaking country on earth (one of our vacay requirements was that we get to practice our Spanish). Peru? Too altitudey. Spain? Too expensive. Venezuela? Too Hugo Chavez-y. Mexico? The drug cartel situation. I lobbied hard for Cartagena, Colombia, but got shot down. So. Costa Rica.
We’re going to the Caribbean side, which the nurse told me is infested with malarial mosquitoes and typhoid, as well as some great beaches. I’m not worried. Oh, ho, not ME. I never worry about anything. Poison snakes, too. I’m sure it will be fine.
Photo by Fabio Bretto. Used under a creative commons license.