“I’ve actually seen some pretty interesting things since being in Costa Rica,” my Couchsurfing host’s friend said. We were sitting around a table, drinking beer and sharing stories. It was the first night at my host’s apartment, and already I felt as though I had known everyone for a while.
“There’s one story in particular that’s pretty funny,” he said. I leaned forward, intrigued.
“Instead of driving to the bars, people will bring their horses and tie them up outside of the bar.” I laughed at how foreign that sounded. I couldn’t imagine riding a horse to a bar, tying it up outside, having it wait for me, and then going home on it. What if it gets stolen? Or better yet, what if it runs away because it got sick of waiting for me to chug a bunch of beers?!
“And it just stays there? They’re allowed to do that?” I said.
“I guess so. There was a festival in Santa Maria last year, and I saw a guy, totally drunk, riding his horse backwards down the street. So, he was hunched over with his head hanging over the back of the horse as it walked home.”
I tried to picture that in my mind and laughed at how it must have looked.
You don’t see that every day!