This day has been a long time coming. Twenty two years ago when I met Dan I knew he had a sister, I knew they were close, and I knew she wanted us to visit her – in Costa Rica. Twenty two years ago it was an obscure plan that I could shove into some dusty corner of my mind and ignore. Now it has caught up with me and there seems to be no more avoiding the inevitable.
I have nothing against my sister-in-law and I definitely owe it to my husband. He was been dragged through a couple of decades of drama with my family, so I truly want to do this for him, but that does not make it any easier.
For starters, the flight options from Regina to Costa Rica are poor to totally miserable. 24 hours of airports and airtime miserable. It’s a toss up but I am pretty sure the only thing worse than being on an airplane is being in an airport. 😬
Then there is Costa Rica. I know that Costa Rica is beautiful. I have seen the pictures. Dan’s sister has a beautiful home. To get there from the airport, all we have to do is drive miles and miles of narrow, twisting, winding roads. 😳
Once we reach our destinations it’s two weeks of sunshine, ocean views and secluded beaches – and countless varieties of creepy, crawly lizards and the such. 😥
Then it’s another 24 hours of airports and airtime and TADA we are landing in Saskatchewan to ice and snow and forty below weather. 🤯
I know I have to get through this. I know I will get through this. It took us three trips to the passport office but we have our passports. We just have to juggle Dan’s schedule, weigh our flight options, book our trip, find a kennel for Kat and do it.
Stay tuned for pictures. 😎🍹