Why the Gecko

Once we'd survived the nine zip lines, we ventured to our next hotel, a wonderful little B&B called the Majestic. The inn is owned by a very nice American couple, Cheryl and Michael. At $60 a night, including an incredible breakfast (eggs, pork chops, pancakes, gallo pinto, fresh fruit, on and on...), you can't beat it.

Saturday morning, we had a little time before we needed to head back to San Jose for the night, so we visited the local reptile zoo. It was awesome. They had a pet raccoon that slept on the "roof" of the butterfly garden when it wasn't rough-housing with the dogs, as well as wild pigs and the world's largest rats. Our guide was a 32-year-old Canadian herpephile, Nick, who looked about 19. He'd followed his passion to Costa Rica three weeks before and was working for a room and 4 meals a day. You could tell he was exactly where he wanted and needed to be. According to Michael, by the way, you can live on $400 a month in Costa Rica.

Well, that's enough about our trip. Back to life as normal. NOT.

If any of you haven't had enough pics of my kids or my bad hair, check out Biggy's album on the Kodak site.