San Jose

When U2 sang "Where The Streets Have No Names," I'm pretty sure they were talking about San Jose.  Made it here no problem, and got some good advice from a college girl I sat next to on the plane.  Got a taxi ride from my driver Alex and taught him English on the way to the hostel.  Paid my $13 for the night and took a nap.

San Jose isn't as big as I thought, the feel of it reminds me of a lot of the smaller towns in China. Looks sorta like the sketchy parts of big cities but it's safe and you see the policía everywhere. There are parks here and there where people like to hang out, lots of couples smooching on benches and such.  There's no way I would want to drive here, it seems like all the 4-way stops have unwritten rules.  A lot of the time 2 taxis would stop and sit there like it's a red light while cars coming the other way hit the gas and fly past the "Alto" sign.  Makes crossing the street a little more interesting.

Went for lunch down the street from the hostel at a place a roommate recommended. I had rice and beans, steak fajitas and fried plantain with a drink for 1.800 colónes, or $3 and change.  Probably not going to stay in San Jose much longer, really there's only shopping and gambling at cheap casinos downtown; not really my thing.  Tomorrow I'll probably take a bus to el Volcán Arenal. Hopefully it blows up while I'm around.