After picking up a rental car, we made our way to the San Jose airport in the off chance that DH's geographically challenged friend, Deb P, might actually get on the right plane. Somewhat surprisingly, she did end up in Costa Rica and once the stewardess took her name tag off and turned her over to us, we jumped in the car for the relatively short journey to the Toucan Ranch. It turned out to be a little longer than expected since the GPS (or MSD as DH refers...

Some time ago DH (where the D stands for 'Don't They Speak English') surprised me by announcing that she wanted to learn a second language- apparently this was triggered by some sort of Oprah-type show that announced with great fanfare that learning a second language would help stave off Alzheimers. I'm not sure how true this is, but whatever the Princess wants must be incorporated into our travel adventures post haste. As true maple-syrup Canadia...