Jim, I, and Robbie took a taxi to Puerto Viejo, the nearest town, to walk around. I regret not taking Spanish in school. We had fun walking around and visiting the little shops. We learned to divide the prices by 550 for the American price.
It was a bit of a challenge to find a taxi home. Finally, we found someone willing to drive us. We had to point when he got to our hotel and he made good money because we didn’t have change. The taxis aren’t labeled. I almost wonder if anyone with a car can call themselves a taxi.
Robbie also got to see sloths today by our hotel. He never gets tired of watching them.