The Four Seasons y un poco mas

Ahhh, The Four Seasons. My friend Liz was ever so lucky to win a free night stay at the ever so posh Four Seasons!!! Well, Molly, Jen, Liz, and myself rented a car and headed to claim the prize! One may think that, being a $600/night (for the cheapest room) kind of place that they would have SIGNS telling you how to get there. HAHA, nope! Welcome to Costa Rica. We got to a rotunda and weren’t sure which little road to take so I followed the bus in front of me. Apparently that was for buses; for VIPs such as ourselves, we were supposed to take a different road. As we are approaching the hotel, we all start laughing at the obviousness as to how well we are going to fit in.  When we get to check-in, a man is trying to direct me where to go, but I got confused so I just sort of pulled up. He tried to hide his laugh while saying, “This spot is perfect!” We weren’t allowed to remove anything from the car ourselves; they “have people for that.” A woman then offered us a cold towel and some juice.

When we got to our rooms, we very professionally waited for the bellman to leave before freaking out! We would have been content if it had rained all day and forced us to stay inside. However, it was a great day and we headed to the beach.  Hmmm, should we choose the beach that is in the peninsula or shall we go for the open sea beach? Once we were sanded out, we went for the pool. Sadly, we only hit 2 of the 3 pools.

After some rest and showers, I call Jen and Liz in their room. “What are you guys doing?” “Um, just laying on our beds, in the robes, watching TV. What are you guys doing?” “Umm, just laying on our beds, in the robes, watching TV. We don’t want to ever get up.”

We eventually dragged our booties out of bed and headed to dinner. The Gods were shining down upon us this night. We run into a parent from school.  He tells us he is going to take care of our first drink. Apparently first drink is really code for entire bill!  He signed for our whole dinner, somewhere around $200 we estimated. Man, I love rich, generous people! As checkout approached, we made sure to pack any free item we could find! I vow to return…someday.

Change of topic: onto the gym. Well, Jen and I go a workout class each Monday evening. The instructor is, well, interesting. I fear as though he is quite comfortable with us now that we have been coming for a few weeks. It is a circuit class with different stations. Usually, he’ll just stand next to you, check himself out in the mirror, tell you to go faster, and move on. Well, this past Wednesday he decided to spice it up a little. I’m doing burpies at a station when he approaches. I stand there and look at him. He then looks at himself in the mirror, checks out his butt and looks at me. Then he looks at my butt and tries to stick his out to match mine! Not really sure how to react, nor do I have the words in Spanish that I’d like to say, I just say, No. So he sticks it out more and finally leaves. Only to return some stations later to say something along the lines of, “I’m going to put something there so I can compete with you.” I just told him “good luck!” Apparently, my instructor has butt envy.

Lastly, the kids. They have been creating miniature versions of themselves using different ratios. They constructed them out of paper mache.  Each morning, I would look them over to find which new and oh so inappropriate arrangement they have been left in. Such creativity my kids have! Quotes include: “Ms. K, will you be my girlfriend?” “No, she’s already mine. Why do you think I have such good grades?”

While walking up to the snack shack: “What should I get?” “A boyfriend.”

“Ms. K, I’m going to teach you English. Say bag…” (This one will never end!!)