Colones
I just went to a BBQ this past Sunday. It was really nice to take a drive to Grecia (almost 2 hours from where I live) on a beautiful afternoon and hang out with fun, laid-back people. The picture to the left is a 5,000 colones bill. There is a picture below of folks from the BBQ.

I understand this part of the culture: taking time out on a regular basis to relax with people you really enjoy. Ticos seem to do a good job of this – much better than other cultures.

The part that I have a hard time getting used to is the financial end of things. Usually when I go to a party here in Costa Rica, there are snacks provided. And I have to bring my own booze. Though it’s not what I was used to, I can deal with it.Sal

This last host threw in a new twist though. We were required to pay 3,000 colones (about $6) for the BBQ meat and bring our own booze. Could we pay at the door? Heck no! We were asked to bring our $6 to the bank, wait in line for a half hour and then deposit the funds in the host’s bank account.

I’d gladly pay double or triple if I didn’t need to go to the bank! But after talking to friends here, this is not totally out-of-the-ordinary.

Is it because I came from the US where everyone is crazy about making things faster and easier? Nothing here in Costa Rica seems “fast” or “easy.” And it is certainly an exercise in “letting go” in order to not let things bother me. (It’s okay Scott, just breathe!)

Thankfully, Isaac went to the bank for us. I would have just skipped the BBQ.