Oh fools. So much. We arrived in Alejuela with no real problems. Figured out the cab system and found our hostel with the help of the driver. Seeing as Costa Rica doesn´t use addresses, just ¨150 meters from the grocery store¨type stuff, it was tricky. Anyhow, the nicest man greeted us, showed us our room, and we prepared for bed. Then the power went out. NBD. It really wasn´t. The next day we hung out in Alejuela for a bit before catching a cab to San Jose. Despite many warnings about how dangerous that city is, and how confusing the bus terminal is, we figured it all out without too much hassle. Much easier than Termini in Italy! We boarded a direct bus to Montezuma, the beach town closest to the farm, and got ready to travel. Well, about 11 hours later we arrived after 2 transfers and a ferry. Most indirect direct busride of my life. We wandered into town at about 11pm, burdened with baggage. We wandered around a bit, concerned about finding a room, but a man with a 40 arrived and showed us to some cabinas. We dropped our stuff and then headed to the bar. Woke up the next morning covered in bites from bedbugs. Decided to change rooms. Found a new place, hit the beach. The next day we were off to Cabuya! We arrived at the guesthouse we´d arranged to stay out with the help of a couple of Rainsong volunteers on the bus with us. It´s pretyt unmarked, and you enter through their kitchen, so that was confusing. Also, the woman we´d been talking to is apparently in Holland, so we were left to figure things out with Rosaura, her Spanish speaking mother. Great. It was fine. The next morning we arrived at the farm. Mary greeted us, mumu bedecked and cigarette in hand. She wanted to know why we were late. We met a few volunteers and were then thrown in with the porcupines while Mary yelled at a couple of volunteers who were trying to leave early. Becca and uncomfortably handled the animals as Anica and James let us in on the gossip. Awkward. We decided to return the next day, just to give it a try and see what would happen. Brian, another vulunteer who showed up at our hostel, joined us. She brought us to the farm, which is really just her personal garden. We uprooted indigenous plants to do some decorative landscaping. It was ridiculous. Basically, in a week we learned that Mary is a crazy lady with a whole bunch of pets and some interesting ideas about karma and antibiotics. It rained and rained and rained and rained. We hiked a waterfall and were sucked into the mud. We smelled like anteaters. We ate $2 veggie sandwiches and hung out with the volunteers. We decided to leave. So yesterday we took off after Mary told the others that we were trying to sneak out on our bill and that she would stop us at the airport. We went to Montezuma, as did 4 of our other friends from the sanctuary. We´re currently in contact with a couple of other farms and have plans to be somewhere new by the end of the week with 2 of the other volunteers from Rainsong. For now, we´re enjoying the Pacific coast in Sta. Teresa and our freshly cleaned clothes. More to come. Time is $.