On my flight to SJO last August, I was seated with a gringo couple from New Orleans.
They had no Spanish. They had no confirmed hotel reservations. Like Paco Loco's acquaintances, they had done little or no research.
The woman pointed out the Rolex on her wrist, saying that she hoped she could find a jeweler who could cheaply adjust the watch. I tried to inform her that she really needed to keep the timepiece hidden from the view of potential robbers.
The guy, in front of his wife started talking loudly about the women in C.R. "I hear they're really easy, and most of them are bisexual." His wife scowled. "We won't find any of that kind of woman where WE'RE going..." I asked her where.
Man-yoo-well An-toe-nee," she replied. I told them not to feed the monkeys and slipped into headphones, but before I could press Play, they were again asking questions. "Heard you can get a condo down there for $30K that would cost you ten times that much in New Orleans..." "Is it true that the people all speak English?" "hope we don't run into any of those Nicaraguans. I hear they're invading C.R. just like the Mexicans are doing here."
When the lady rose to use the rest room, I quietly informed the gent that he was being an idiot, warned him about security matters, advised him to photocopy his passport pages and walk softly in country. I also informed him that the women were not all morally bankrupt, and that he needed to learn the distinction between non-pros and prostitutes. He of course wanted to know everything about hookers... I gave him the web address for CRT but insisted that he not explore the site with his wife.
Wonder if he made it out alive? Not just the Rolex, but the couple was (by their admission) wearing a lot of expensive jewelry. They were in fear of another Katrina, and so left Louisiana with most of their worldly welath hanging around necks and wrists.
