After 14 hours of travel and multiple delays due to some rough patches of weather, I have finally landed in Liberia. The airport is pretty typical based on prior experience landing in Managua, Honduras, and other places within the Dominican Republic. Security was relatively lax, as I got through customs and security to enter the country within twenty minutes. I have found this to be the norm within Central America and throughout the Caribbean. The most interesting part of my arrival were the conversations I had with my taxi driver, who happened to be the man whose house I will be staying in. His name is Vincho Guadamuz, and he has lived in Nicoya and the Guanacaste Pennisula of Costa Rica since he emigrated there in the 1990's from Honduras, when gang violence in the country began to threaten the socio-political structure of society and government control. He met his wife, Lisbeth, my host mom, in Nicoya, and they moved to Samara where they eventually had their daughter. While I am extremely confident in my Spanish ability, as I have spent over a year of my life in Hispanic countries, Vincho had a campesino accent that made it very difficult to distinguish his words.
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