NCL Star Costa Rica & Guatemala

Our second port is Puntarenas, Costa Rica. Larry does adventure; I do the spa. What would you choose? Buckled into a zip line flying thru the jungle or a full body massage? We made our choices. Larry had fun and I was healed. Until the masseuse, Radicka from Romania, kneaded and pummeled by muscles causing great pain, I didn’t realize how knotted up my body was. Several days later I was black and blue, but I felt invigorated. It improved my posture. When Larry returned from his adventure, I told him, “I signed you up for a massage.” He thought I was kidding. “Nope, and you cancel; I insist you go.” He enjoyed it.

I held back from buying the three eye renewal creams. $200 was bit much for me. Guess I’ll just have to age like everyone else I know.

Most people (except the really fat people – too far from food?) left the ship; I wandered and photographed the various rooms and spaces. I also found a food that fails: NCL’s french fries at The Grill are like little strips of leather. I ate them anyway.

Arrived today at Puerto Quetzal, Guatemala. Really a working port there’s not much to do. But we strike out on our own, browsing the flea market and taking a free shuttle to a marina restaurant with free wi-fi. Their cerviche is tasty and the beer hits the spot. Getting the return shuttle was a bit hairy, but we finally get back.

Spent the evening in our stateroom watching the AFC/NFC playoffs. Conundrum time: what would be better – home with its 52” TV, easy access to the frig and 45 degree weather or this little 12 inch TV, easy access to our fridge for beer and 95 degrees. Such a decision.