So, by popular request (read: two people asked me to do this...), here is my account of my trip to Costa Rica. A little before Christmas, my dad got the idea that he wanted to take the whole family on a trip to Costa Rica. This would be the first major trip either of my parents had ever taken, and the first time either had left the country (apart from brief border crossings to my uncle's place in Mexico). By Christmas, the flights, rental house, and travel accommodations were booked. Day 1 - July 3 We figured out it would be cheaper to drive the 5.5 hours from our home in far north Texas to Houston and fly out of there. Our flight out was at 7:50 PM. One terrible hamburger at the air port later (seriously people, mayonnaise is a garnish, not something to be included with equal amount to the meat), and we were on the plane. By my calculation, we passed over 4 countries on the flight (Mexico, Belize, Honduras, and Nicaragua) before touching down in San Jose at around 10:30. We didn't get to our house on the Pacific coast until a little after midnight. No birding or wildlife on day 1. Well, unless you count the copious unidentifiable bats swarming all over the porch of the rental house in Tarcoles.