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Manuel Antonio

Our plan for when we woke up was to go to the beach, again. So, with our belongings still damp with salt water, we piled onto the bus to Manuel Antonio, a different beach from yesterday. We were hoping to do about an hour of hiking followed by about an hour of swimming, though we were leaning towards staying out of the water since yesterday's beach experience was still soaked through our swimsuits.

Once we got there, after a long walk through the forest, we reached the beach, which was absolutely gorgeous and pristine. There was no way we were going to miss out on the opportunity to swim on this beach. The waves were calm, and the point at which they tended to break was close to shore, allowing us to essentially play in completely calm waters.

Too little time passed before our group was called together to start heading back. We only had an hour or so there, which was a shame. The group that went on a hike told us we should have gone on the hike, though we adamantly told them they should have gone swimming.

Just as we were about to leave, a pack of wild monkeys and a couple raccoons came out of the forest and started to steal beach dwellers' food and belongings. They were really close to us to the point where if we wanted to we could touch them. A guide popped up and started telling us a little bit about some of them. One that we found was sick, probably from cancer. This occurred because he was exposed to too much flashes from cameras, which make the monkey go blind. The experience was very surreal and cool. The monkeys acted very human-like, and it was interesting to see them in their natural habitat – in a way it actually made them more real.

After another shower and lunch, we were off to return to Heredia.

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A Plane From the Beach to Dinner

From the dolphin tour yesterday, we were dropped off at the beach. The waves were high because of the recent storm, and the beach was extremely rocky. Regardless, Emily, Greg and I braved the rocks to find a sandbar that was out a little deeper into the ocean. Emily, who had water shoes at some point even gave me a piggy-back ride to avoid the stinging of the rocks. We spent a majority of our time jumping the waves.

After going home and washing off, and washing off all of our stuff as everything was soaking wet, we went to have dinner at El Avión, a restaurant in a plane. The plane they used was a WWII cargo plane that got shot down in Nicaragua, and in the year 2000, the restaurant bought the remnants for $3000 to remodel into the restaurant. It was hard to imagine when I first heard of it, but indeed, it was an army green plane sitting on the side of the mountain. Under the wings is a further extension of the restaurant, which is where we ate our meal for the evening.

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