Captive in Quepos

Today we planned to go back up to the beach at Manuel Antonio and actually spend some time frolicking in the clear warm water. Unfortunately, last night we found out that there was a small monkey wrench (not monkey) in our plan. This just happens to be Good Friday. What we have found out is that you do NOT want to be in a small town in a Spanish-speaking country on Good Friday. Everything, including the transportation is closed down. I feel like we are trapped. We couldn´t even get a bus out of town. Oh, well.