Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took one less travelled by.
And that has made all the difference.
Arriving in San Jose was a little awkward, I definitely was not moving like a turtle in its shell with my giant board bag dragging behind me and had trouble communicating with the bus drivers. Tired of traveling, I decided to head to Dominical, only a few hours bus ride away, rather than making the 10-12 hour trek all the way to Pavones. I met two German girls, Kira and Clara, at the bus station who were headed in the same direction, but traveling a bit farther south to Palmar Norte.