Tranquilo?

So I have been in San Jose for about 15 hours now, though the majority of it I have spent in bed. The journey yesterday started at 4 in the morning in Stratford, getting me to the airport at 6, checking in to fly at 8:30. Short flight to Houston, then only slightly longer one to Costa Rica. An easy trip, in lots of awkward little pieces.

I was in a ridiculously good mood the whole way (yes, even at 4 in the morning). I could hardly believe that I was really "going", that the uncomfortable chair and dry air was because I was on an airplane, that the reason we had turbulance was that I was flying. It's magic, it's incredible how easily it slips back on-- like riding a bike.

I am in a hostel called Hostel Tranquilo which is a terrible name for the place, which is busy and chaotic and filled with (mostly) young people of various nationalities, most of them rude, which is unusual for a hostel like this. I really wanted to write last night, but the free internet was not working, from 3 PM-12 AM. It is now half working (at half the computers) we'll have to see about later...
I am sick, as is my usualy response to the removal of stress (you don't believe me?) and finally allowed myself to go to bed around 9:30 (after watching Blood Diamond which is really quiet upsetting, and made me miss South Africa... which I don't think was the intent) and at 11:30 woke up to a great squack about beds-- apparently bed E and F were already assigned but they already had people in them. There were 2 other empty beds, but these girls really had their hearts set on E and F. Then someone knocked over a bottle of water and several people starting yelling at them in French and Hebrew. Not sure what language they spoke!

The taxi ride here cost 10 000 colones. Haven't quite figured out the exchange rate yet, but it is unsettling to pay that "much" for anything. It started to rain and stopped again 4 times before I'd even made it to the hostel. I got quite soaked on my quest for Coke Light, but I tell you nothing could have dampened my sunny mood yesterday. Even illness. Even rain. Even rude roommates.
I think today will be my favourite kind of day-- wandering around the city and seeing what I see. My impression was, there is lots to see!