I should have known that our trip to Costa Rica would be maravilloso when our hotel concierge (I use that term in the loosest possible sense) cautioned us away from the expensive, “new car” rental agencies and instead recommended that we rent a car from his friend Jose. Yes, “Jose”…I would not kid our loyal readers. Almost on cue, Jose shows up at our hotel with a 1995 Suzuki Sidekick that I’m still pretty sure is his personal vehicle. He and his six-year-old daughter - business partner, I presume - proffered some officialish paperwork, we exchanged a paltry sum of you-ess-dolares, and off we went.

…To here. Second clue that this trip would be awesome. Montezuma, Costa Rica, ladies and gents. Takes a ferry from the mainland and some dirt-road driving, but thanks to the Sidekick, everything was grand.

The third hint? Last night, as I surveyed the offerings of our local supermercado, I found - between the queso and sausage - three delights: Duvel, Leffe Blonde, and Paulaner Hefeweizen. This place is the size of Joel’s kitchen, it’s in the middle of nowhere, and they don’t even have peanut butter - but they have world-class brews. Pura vida, indeed…

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