A Man, A Plan, and a Woman:
Crossing the Border into Panama
and talking to Chinese in San Jose, Costa Rica

We're boarding the overnight bus tonight from San Jose to Panama City, then on to Barro Island, somewhere in the Panama Canal. Susan feels icky, and I feel like eating Chinese food.

There's a large Chinese population in San Jose. Not like a Chinatown size or anything, but, after two months and two countries, I finally had my pick of two Chinese-Spanish dictionaries to replace the one that was stolen. I can't describe how nice it feels to have all those characters that I was forgetting back within easy reach when I write my journal.