Ok, so I ordered a vibrator to keep me company in Costa Rica. Female Sexual Liberation! Go me!

So, the vibrator was ordered March 2nd. I finally got it into my hand yesterday, thats June 22nd - thats 2 months and 20 days later. Apparently vibrators are questionable and tax-worthy shipments that are monitored by the Central American country of Costa Rica.

About a week after I made by order on the internet, I received a shipping receipt from Fed-Ex, then about 3 days later a second arrived. Since I had to have it shipped to the International Studies Office (how un-catholic! - gasp!), they only received the slips, but not the package. I needed some Spanish speaking help to find the package, I had to let my friend Josue in on the secret that I had ordered a vibrator. He called three times inquiring to which he was informed that the package had been signed for by someone and was therefore in the hands of some happy Tica. By the way, my original vibrator was stolen by another pleasure seeking lady baggage handler out of my luggage at the airport. Those Ticas will do anything for a good time.

I sadly resigned to my fate, but after about a month, decided to give it another shot and called the US FedEx call center. Lo and behold, they had found my package! It was here.....in....Panama City!!?!
"But I live in Costa Rica!" I whined, to which I was put on hold again but then informed that no, it had been located in my hometown of San Jose. Only a bus and taxi ride away.

So, plans were made, and Taila and I rode the San Pedro bus into town, walked 6 blocks to the Alajuela bus, got off at the mall and caught a taxi to the shipping center. Why did I think that it was going to be that easy? We were sent to Tikal, the place where all the packages go. So off we went (with the taxi meter running the WHOLE time) to Tikal to show them my packing slip. "Hmmm... bueno", the man said, and without entering anything into a computer or giving us a form, said "Vayan al aduana", which of course is at the airport, and off we went. The taxi maria is running like a super-charged pleasure machine while we go to the customs office, fill out forms, get back in the taxi and back to Tikal, where we perform several other strange and useless steps. The most exciting of which is when we get to accompany the customs officer into the back room to examine the package. Its a vibrator!!! Well, Señor was quite professional about it all, but certainly gave it a good examination. I caught a scent of male hormones and giggling package handlers sneaking peeks from behind the desk. How un-catholic! What heathen Unitedstatian women!

Moving on, all we had to do was go to the bank a mile down the street to pay taxes on my vibrator in the pouring rain, then pay the equivalent of $40 for the holding fee. The taxi cost $30.

But it was finally in my possesion! The most expensive and long awaited pleasure was to be mine! Well thats of course when I find some batteries...