The day before the wedding, we drove to Jaco in our little rental Toyota. Jaco is the closest beach town to San Jose -- a three-hour drive. We negotiated hairpin curves, steep hills, and huge trucks and buses as we made our way down to the ocean, from San Jose's elevation of 3,800 feet above sea level. The trickiest thing about driving in Costa Rica is that the roads, for the most part, are not named. That's true even in San Jose, a city of a 350,000. (This means that buildings don't have addresses. To get to our hotel, you'd have to tell a cab driver to take the road to Pavas and stop two blocks after the U.S. embassy.) 
Luckily, Friday morning at our hotel, we met May, a friend of Ben and Gloria's visiting for the wedding. She accompanied us to the beach and turned out to be an ace navigator. We found our way to Jaco despite several forks in the road -- mainly by figuring out what towns we'd have to pass through in order to get to Jaco, and then following signs that pointed the way to those towns.
Silas is a bit grumpy after a face-plant in the sand.
Silas loved May and especially loved falling asleep on May.
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