Back in Puerto Viejo

We got back to Puerto Viejo and visited the unenthusiastic French woman again, and she showed us the one house which was just the downstairs of a two story house, with not much of a backyard, it smelled funny, and the shower was outside. It was a good option considering what we had seen thus far though. But we decided we weren’t done and went to the other realtor right down the road, and the man there remembered my dad from two years ago, a much nicer greeting. He told us he had a nice two bedroom house for rent, so we drove down the road to check it out. My dad was basically instantly sold. The woman there was very nice, and she said that her and her father had built the house themselves some time ago. It was up on a hill, had an awesome backyard, and the house was pretty great itself. We ran down to the ATM, got out some money, and came back to give it to her to seal the deal. When we came back she was on the phone with somebody else who was trying to rent the house, and she said something along the lines of, “Oh I’m sorry, the house is rented already” and hung up. We then went back towards Manzinillo and dropped off some laundry at a woman’s house that had a sign up to do laundry. We dropped Mark off at home as his stomach had been hurting him all day; he was laying down in the back of the car during most of the trip. We went down the street to the restaurant that had the massive plates of food and celebrated the successful house finding with some Imperals, and we ordered some civiche, which was made with bass, octopus, and probably a couple of other things. I had only tried civiche once earlier in the trip and it was pretty bad, but my father wanted to order it again to show me that it was actually pretty good, and that it was! After that we went back to Puerto Viejo to use the internet café once again, and then headed back to Manzanillo to drop Mark off again. We went to the restaurant to try to take on that massive plate of food. Some of the things were a little overcooked, especially the shrimp, but it was still a pretty good feast. Shrimp, lobster, crab, mussels, potatoes, and a bit more, good stuff. After that we talked with a couple of locals, and went home to retire, but decided to go crash in the hammocks across the street.