Bijagua, Costa Rica
We woke up in our little cabin on the hillside. We were out of provisions so we drove the bumpy road down into town and bought our first freshly baked bread of the holiday, along with butter, milk and the only cheese they had - processed squares.
The lady who owns the cabin had provided some homemade marmalade and a fruit drink which we have not tried yet.
When you're not busy, time seems to disappear and it was noon before we set out to Parque Nacional Volcan...