I love Costa Rica. The people. The food, the chill way of living. But one of the things I don't like is when you land in the airport, you are bombarded with Ticos trying to help you. I like help, but don't force yourself. Case in point, when you are carrying your luggage out of the airport they want to carry it for you. . Hello, I didn't ask for your help, so when you grab my bag and offer to carry it I think I'm in Mebane, and you're treating me like a lady. Not the case. They want a tip. And when they look at you wanting money, for carrying a bag 10 feet, that you didn't ask them to carry, you instantly think, "I better give this dude money or he might send the mafia after me." So you drop a buck, for safety. Well this year I was stern. I was very polite at first, "no gracias." But that soon transformed into a teacher voice of, "DON'T TOUCH MY BAG!" Oh the looks I got. But I kept my dollar!
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