The Great Airport Adventure!

This past Saturday, I got to go on my first decent-sized 'adventure' in San José: find my way to the airport and back by bus!  Our missions agency, Global Outreach, have several missionaries here in Costa Rica.  One missionary couple is Frank and Evelyn Turner, who serve about an hour and a half outside of San José.  They're a wonderful couple, and we're hoping to go spend a weekend with them and their ministry sometime soon.  Anyways, they had a missions team coming in to work with them, and the team was bringing some things for us from the states (our new debit cards, which were MUCH needed!).  So, I had to make it to the airport to meet the team there when their flight arrived at 12:55.

I was a little nervous about trekking across a city of 1.7 million by myself with my broken Spanish, but the Lord is good to me!  A friend of mine here at the school, Cody Whittaker, wanted to go with me, so not only would I have someone to spend the day with, but I'd have someone to help with the translating (Cody's wife, Maria, is from Puerto Rico, so his Spanish is quite a bit better than mine at this point.)  It was also incredibly humbling to have Cody go with me, because honestly, Cody has been a hero of mine for a few years now, even before I met him!  Cody and Maria are also a part of Global Outreach, and they originally served in Haiti before deciding to serve in a Spanish speaking country.  I don't have time to go into all the details at this time (though you can check out more about Cody and Maria here, then read through their blogs beginning in late 2010, though I warn you, it's not for the faint of faith!).  Cody and Maria in just a few years as missionaries have been through more than most life-long career missionaries, and have been through heartbreak that I've never been sure that I'd be able to withstand myself, yet they still have such a deep love for the Lord and for others.  I have been blessed to pray for the Whittakers for a few years now, and I'm even more blessed to call them friends now, and it was a huge joy to have Cody with me all day Saturday, just sharing our lives and talking about how God has worked in us.

Part one of the trip was easy: catch a bus from San Francisco de Dos Rios (The neighborhood that we live in) to San José Central.  Cost us about 200 colones (around 40 cents), and about 20 minutes on a bus.  We then asked a few people for directions, and got pointed towards the next bus (which ended up being about 8 blocks away).  On the way, we passed a nice little plaza, and even grabbed a burger at a Carl's Jr. (first burger in 3 weeks + sharing testimonies about how God gave us our wives and how we were called into missions = a great lunch!)  After a bit more asking, we caught the next bus, the one that was to take us to the aeropuerto!

The church at the plaza in San José Central

About an hour and a half later (and 50 minutes after the missions team landed), we realized that there's a big difference between asking for the bus to the airport, and the DIRECT bus to the airport!  That bus ride would NEVER end!  We wound through several neighborhoods (including every single road in Heredia and Alajuela (towns surrounding San José central), I think!)  The bus was incredibly hot, and got more and more crowded as we went, and my patience was tried every time the bus stopped.  We were most concerned that the team was waiting on us to show up, or, even worse, that they WEREN'T waiting, and maybe they just left!

Another view of the plaza, from the south this time, with the flag of Costa Rica featured.

Finally, we arrived... and found out that the team wasn't even through customs yet!  Praise God!  We got to talk with Frank and Evelyn for a bit, found out how to make sure we got a direct bus back, and met with the team.  They were a wonderful team, who seemed just as happy to see us as they were just to be in Costa Rica, and they couldn't have been more of a blessing.  We said our goodbyes, and made our way (direct!) back to San Francisco de 2 Rios!

Another Catholic church across from the depot for the Tuasa buses
that (eventually!) take you to the airport.

It was a blessed time of sharing and fellowshipping with Cody, and seeing more of San José, as well as meeting Frank and Evelyn face to face.  I'm pretty sure I got heat stroke (I was NOT well the next 36 hours after I got home), and the trip ended up being way longer than I expected, but it was still a great day... and now, if you ever get the urge to come see us here in Costa Rica... I know how to get to the airport!