Every country has a unique beverage it claims as its own. In Costa Rica, the beverage of preference is Guaro.
There’s a specific national pride related to claiming an alcoholic beverage. Think of Mexico and tequila immediately concerns mind. Vodka, of course, goes with 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 where bartender you talk with, Guaro is either a mind 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 going out in the beach town of Carrillo just taking later in the day after another day in the sun. Carrillo is a great town for fishing and several epic surf spots are close by. It is similar to Tamarindo, but without the overwhelming ex-pat influence. Unfortunately, Carrillo is extremely tame at night. Put another way, there is really nothing to do.
A bit bored, the ten people had congregated in a café overlooking the ocean pink whitney drink recipes. Tables and chairs had been pushed together and we’d reached the point later in the day where we were telling lies about how great we used to be. The bartender/owner approached our table and suggested we hadn’t experience Costa Rica until we’d sampled Guaro. Certainly one of our merry band was selected.
Known humorously as Mexico Mike, our guinea pig was experienced in the ways of Mexican Tequila. Mexico was remotely close to Costa Rica, and 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 tiny grimace, a lime, slaps on the rear and general laughter. Just even as we started egging each other on to be another person to have Costa Rica, a funny thing happened.
Mexico Mike was becoming Pink Mike. Laughter stopped and concern spread across the table just like the rash developing on his arms. We were probably three hours from the hospital and the term “pink eye” was accepting a much larger meaning. His skin was turning pink! You can actually notice it moving down his arms and across his chest. His girlfriend, Stuart, was not happy!
It must 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 certain 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.