Every country features a unique beverage it claims as its own. In Costa Rica, the beverage of preference is Guaro.
There is a particular national pride related to claiming an alcoholic beverage. Think of Mexico and tequila immediately concerns mind. Vodka, of course, complements Russia. Visit Greece and an ouzo headache can’t be far behind. Aquavit in Sweden will surely turn your head…and stomach. Costa Rica, of course, couldn’t miss out on the fun.
Depending which bartender you speak to, Guaro is either a head erasing alcohol beverage or an energy drink with only a little kick. Guaro could be the national beverage of Costa Rica. Despite visiting Costa Rica on multiple occasions, I have not tried. And once and for all reason.
The Guinea Pig
Ten people were hanging out in the beach town of Carrillo just taking later in the day after another day in the sun. Carrillo is a good town for fishing and a couple of epic surf spots are close by. It resembles Tamarindo, but without the overwhelming ex-pat influence pink whitney recipe. Unfortunately, Carrillo is incredibly tame at night. Put another way, there’s really nothing to do.
Somewhat bored, the ten people had congregated in a café overlooking the ocean. Tables and chairs had been pushed together and we’d reached the purpose later in the day where we were telling lies about how exactly great we used to be. The bartender/owner approached our table and suggested we hadn’t experience Costa Rica until we’d sampled Guaro. One of our merry band was selected.
Known humorously as Mexico Mike, our guinea pig was experienced in the means of Mexican Tequila. Mexico was remotely close to Costa Rica, therefore the drinks were probably similar. Indeed, Mexico Mike was the man for the job.
The shot glass came. Jokes were made. Mike through it back. A tiny grimace, a lime, slaps on the trunk and general laughter. Just even as we started egging one another on to be another person to have Costa Rica, a funny thing happened.
Mexico Mike was becoming Pink Mike. Laughter stopped and concern spread over the table just like the rash developing on his arms. We were probably three hours from the hospital and the word “pink eye” was dealing with a bigger meaning. His skin was turning pink! You can actually view it moving down his arms and across his chest. His girlfriend, Stuart, wasn’t happy!
It has to be an odd feeling to sit there and watch the skin change colors. Mike was cracking jokes as is his nature, but there was a definite tension to his laugh. Fortunately, the reaction soon slowed and retreated. Within 20 minutes, he was good as new and we’d a new story to tell.