#5. All Roads Lead to Heredia....

We hadn't had our fill of volcanoes, so we headed for Arenal, which as the crow flies isn't far from Selva Verde. We happened to run into a massive public strike (a common occurrence we're told) that purposely created a huge traffic jam for miles so we had to take the long way to reach our destination. Along the way we got lost in Heredia--and thought I'd use my rusty Spanish (Hola! Hables englaise?) to pull our chestnuts out of the fire. All I received were quisical looks. Seems that no one spoke english in the countryside. Plan B--I thrust the map into their hands and..... more blank stares. Left to my own devices, I pulled out a compass and gave it to my son--who shouted out compass readings as we drove off, heading for the Northwest quadrant of the city.