Every country has a unique beverage it claims as its own. In Costa Rica, the beverage of preference is Guaro.
There’s a certain national pride associated with claiming an alcoholic beverage. Consider Mexico and tequila immediately concerns mind. Vodka, needless to say, matches Russia. Visit Greece and an ouzo headache can’t be far behind. Aquavit in Sweden will surely turn your head…and stomach. Costa Rica, needless to say, couldn’t overlook the fun.
Depending where bartender you talk with, Guaro is either a head erasing alcohol beverage or an energy drink with a little kick. Guaro could be the national beverage of Costa Rica. Despite visiting Costa Rica on multiple occasions, I have never tried. And for good reason.
The Guinea Pig
Ten folks were hanging out in the beach town of Carrillo just taking in the evening after a later date in the sun. Carrillo is a superb town for fishing and a few epic surf spots are close by. It is comparable to Tamarindo, but minus the overwhelming ex-pat influence pink whitney drink. Unfortunately, Carrillo is very tame at night. Put another way, there’s really nothing to do.
Somewhat bored, the ten folks had congregated in a café overlooking the ocean. Tables and chairs had been pushed together and we’d reached the purpose in the evening where we were telling lies about how precisely 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 methods for Mexican Tequila. Mexico was remotely close to Costa Rica, so the drinks were probably similar. Indeed, Mexico Mike was the person for the job.
The shot glass came. Jokes were made. Mike through it back. A small grimace, a lime, slaps on the back and general laughter. Just once we started egging each other onto be the following person to experience Costa Rica, an interesting thing happened.
Mexico Mike was becoming Pink Mike. Laughter stopped and concern spread across the table such as the rash developing on his arms. We were probably three hours from the hospital and the term “pink eye” was taking on a much bigger meaning. His skin was turning pink! You may actually see it moving down his arms and across his chest. His girlfriend, Stuart, was not happy!
It needs to be an odd feeling to sit there and watch your skin change colors. Mike was cracking jokes as is his nature, but there is 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.