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Every once and a while life seems worth living. In our adult vacations, OUR dream is always that our sexy companions "work" for us only once as they escort a good man through the paradise of Costa Rica to live his dreams, and then he escorts her through a wonderful life of reality. Paula and Ron never took their eyes off one another from the moment stepped off the plane at LIR in August. They had been corresponding for a while before Ron came, and the first night we celebrated Paula's birthday at White Beach. Although Ron swore it would be impossible for him to get away from work until December, his second Costa Rica visit came September 1, when he brought with him a ticket to reunite Paula with her two children. They'll spend some more time together over Christmas, and are working hard to get Paula's Visa so she can spend some time at Ron's home in the States in early 2006.

We had four adjacent suites at White Beach, and our second-honeymoon couple, Randy and Sheri, joined right in with our adult vacation couples and we all had a good time.

The planned anniversary/birthday party became a personal tragedy, and Baby Kathy didn't make it to her own first birthday party. But I wanted to take this opportunity to thank Randy, Sheri, and our adult vacation clients for all of their help and understanding.

We would like to extend our special thanks to Rick---first a client, then a friend, who has come to 1 Dream Getaway Territory several times and plans to move to Paradise. He just bought 125 acres in Costa Rica. Rick's passions are photography and painting, and he has taken several great photos with us, including the one on our HOME PAGE.

CONGRATULATIONS
to Bruce and Sara, who tied the knot last week! The latest 1 Dream Getaway Companion to escort her way into eternal happiness. Good luck, guys...

This letter was received by a 1 Dream Getaway client on January 15, 2004. He asks that we not reveal his identity, but his letter is reprinted with his permission. Please note that he is not referring to Dream Getaway when he speaks of his bad experience traveling:

This would not be my first exotic vacation. October of last year I went to a all-inclusive resort in Margarita Island and it was the worst experience. I flew into a city called Caracas, then I had to wait 1 day and take another flight to Margarita Island.. Got onto the island and had to take a taxi to the resort.. Well 20 minutes into the taxi cab ride, the driver pulls over and then pulls out a gun and demands me to get out and leave my baggage in the car. So here I am in a foreign country with no baggage, don't know where anything is... Only with my wallet and passport.

Now here is the crazy part. The taxi cab driver pulled his robbery stunt 3 minutes away from the resort. I ended up walking into the resort looking for a pay phone or someone to help me.

And to make things even worse, the accommodations and amenities that were advertised where 98% incorrect. Also, the companions where thieves themselves. To make a long story short, I did not have a good experience and I'm very cautious how I go about this the second time, because I know there has to be some legitimate exotic all inclusive resorts in business.

I stumbled onto your website on the search engines and I have read it a few times before I decided to contact you.

Your about "About Us" page and your honesty about San Jose pulled me into doing this again.

At the bottom of this page, I give my own Testimonial presenting some of the facts about my Homeland of Costa Rica that the Government of Costa Rica would not like you to hear---and why we at 1 Dream Getaway avoid San Jose......Alan J. Seaman

If you would like to write a testimonial about your stay in beautiful Costa Rica with Dream Getaways, we will give you a 10% discount off your next vacation with us. Please send testimonials to testimonials@1dreamgetaway.com. You do not have to use your real name or picture. We may use a picture of your companion, as seen below. As we have said, all information is confidential. You may use an alias when writing your testimonial or just your first name.

After spending hours waiting in airports and going through all of those security checks, I could not believe that I was standing outside with the Dream Getaway guide less than ten minutes after I got off my plane in Liberia. It was my first time in Costa Rica, and I will never take a vacation anywhere else. I walked into my room after staring at the view and not believing it. Then I was staring at Melissa. I never liked to dance, but watching her move to the Latin music brought me to the dance floor. At the end of the week I could Cumbia with the best of them. The Dream Getaway guide gave me his number and told me to call him if I had any problems or needed anything. I never called.

I just wanted to party with someone hot. Valeska was a real turn on, and Dream Getaway seemed to know what I wanted. We went to Arenal for a couple of days and swam at the waterfall and did rafting and a canopy tour. Valeska and I got a message and played in the hot springs. It was great, but I was worn out when we got to the Rustic Resort. I'm a city boy, and had never been anywhere so remote and peaceful. We spent the night eating and drinking in the pool. The horseback ride to the falls was really cool, and I had never been on a horse before. They roasted a pig right there. I had planned on doing some other things, but decided to spend the rest of my vacation right there alone with Valeska. I'll be back!

This was my first vacation ever where I did not want to leave early to go back to work. I was off the plane and with Joana, Alan & Dinorah ten minutes after it landed in Costa Rica. They made me feel like family from the minute I arrived. We drove through the mountains, and saw the villages and rainforests. From the ferry to the 1 Dream Getaway Party Resort, I could see a great deal of Costa Rica in the hour and a half we were on the boat. Driving through the mountains was like taking a roller coaster ride. I have traveled before to Central America, but Costa Rica is really different. I felt like a kid on my adult vacation. The resort had one of the biggest pools I have ever seen, and there was a listing of hourly activities. AJ & Nora stayed with us through the next day, and we drove to Montezuma, hiked a couple of miles up rapids to two spectacular waterfalls. It was so pristine. Then we toured the unique town and I bought some hand-made souvenirs to take home. Costa Rica has some fabulous wood and craftsmen. The bars, restaurants and discos were first class, and there was everything to eat and drink. I never took my wallet out of my pocket. We walked the beach, took the nature trail, and even had lunch in a beautiful house, hand-built in the wilderness by Nora's Uncle . I really felt like family. The golf course was right next door to the resort, although I never went. if I wanted a volley ball, a kayak, a beach towel, a surf board, a horse, a motorcycle or just about anything, I simply asked for it and there it was. Everyone was as friendly, outgoing and helpful as one could ask for. Stace California

When I arrived in Liberia, on American's inaugural flight, I had an immediate problem. AA had shipped my baggage to parts unknown. You were helpful beyond my expectations helping with translation and staying on the case while I was enjoying my vacation (away from Liberia) until my baggage caught up with me five days later. The next problem unfolded over my first six hours in CR. The companion I had selected did not, for reasons having nothing to do with me, want to be with me. We had a great lunch at the Rancho (even though my fruitless search for my luggage caused us to arrive about an hour and a half late). When my companion called a cab to leave the Rancho about supper time, I called you, and your, not completely reassuring, answer was, "I'll get on it." I ate a very good supper, alone, at the Rancho. I was not happy. What I'm glad I did not do was get drunk before I went to bed, solo, even though the refrigerator was well stocked had I chosen that course. About 10PM, you arrived and introduced me to Mary. My vacation started at that moment. She greeted me with a hug, a kiss and a smile that didn't leave her face for a week. I still don't know how you found this jewel on such short notice, but I'm glad you did. I'm glad for her that you entered her picture on the web site.

From Alan Seaman.....

As you read at the top of this page, traveling to experience your exotic dreams can become a not-so exotic nightmare. Our business is to see that your dreams turn out exactly as you plan them. The world, even the Government of Costa Rica, considers San Jose to BE Costa Rica, and the rest of this fantastic country to be expendable. In fact, thousands (if not millions) of tourists have come to San Jose and had a good time. Vans or small buses, clearly marked TOURISTAS or USO OFICIAL (official use---I'll tell you why later) meet you at SJO and transport you to a prison compound in the middle of a ghetto, where you enjoy a cruise ship atmosphere, American Style. You would not like to leave the compound, but again, you don't have to.

You might take a CITY TOUR, where you are deluged with propaganda that would have made the Russians blush during the Cold War. As you drive by home-after-home (rich or poor) and business-after-business surrounded within huge iron bars, your Tour Guide explains that the tall iron bars result from Spanish architecture and are aesthetic to Ticos. The unfortunate truth is that San Jose Ticos live in jail while the thieves run free. Reporting any theft to the police is like spitting into the wind, and few people ever bother. Ticos (Costa Ricans) are in general the most honest, friendly, non-violent and wonderful people I have encountered anywhere. However when you pack three million of them into a small area, the problems of any crowded city emerge. There is no part of San Jose, Costa Rica, with a hint of architecture (except, of course, the Gringo Prison Compounds). There are no garbage receptacles or public restrooms in the streets, and municipal services are limited. If you are robbed, it is obviously because you did not have enough locks and chains, or your iron bars weren't tall enough or did not have rolled barbed wire on top. In fact, homeowners insurance in Costa Rica does not cover you if you are away and did not hire a guard to watch your house.

As you continue your CITY TOUR, your Guide tells you that all Costa Rican children are taught English in school, as well as French and Italian; and that each Tico, at birth, is given an email address and a free computer to use in every Post Office in Costa Rica. (Yeah, and I've got a bridge to sell you in Brooklyn). Nora and I have many Tico friends. I ask their children (from all over the Country) if they know English, and they all answer: "Yes.". However, I have to ask them in Spanish, as they (ages 6 to 16) have no clue what I'm asking if I ask in English. They also have no clue as to how to boot up a computer or turn it off, much less use one. Although the illiteracy rate in Costa Rica is half that of the United States, the only Ticos with a chance at a decent life are those educated in the (very expensive) private American schools.

George W. Bush Jr. is working frantically to get Costa Rica to sign NAFTA, and the Ticos (the visible ones with plush Government jobs in San Jose) are so far successfully resisting. Costa Rica has no competition, and would not know how to handle it. Imported goods (from food to cars) are very expensive due to the ridiculous taxes applied by a very corrupt Customs (Aduana). Many people have shipped their cars here as they planned to relocate in Costa Rica, only to abandon them when Customs advised that it would cost tens of thousands of dollars to retrieve them. As a result, another fat bureaucrat gets a nice new car. If you check AOL, they will provide phone numbers around the world where you can use your AOL account when traveling. When AOL lists Costa Rica, they say: "No number, and no number planned." ICE provides all electric, phone and cell service. One ICE employee was showing a friend of mine his new ICE king cab truck, and bragged that: "It sleeps six." Most real work accomplished by ICE is subcontracted to real Tico workers who are underpaid and have no benefits. There is one area code (506) for the country, and although they say there are no long-distance calls in Costa Rica, the fact is that all calls are long distance, and calls to cell phones cost twice as much. Racsa is the monopolistic ISP in Costa Rica, and they charge by the byte transmitted and the byte received. So using the internet in Costa Rica - with ISP charges by the byte and phone charges by the minute - costs hundreds of dollars per month. Gasoline is $4/gallon, and the potholes in the roads can swallow a car whole. Monroe shock absorbers have a LIFETIME warrantee in the United States. In Costa Rica the warrantee is three months. Of course, the roads commonly traveled by the politicians (who, of course, live in San Jose) are great.

I am proud to call Costa Rica my homeland, and am a full Resident with a Costa Rican wife (who is at this writing expecting our first baby). However, as Costa Rica loves Gringo money, Gringos are persecuted as a group. I will eternally have to list myself as an "Extranjero" (foreigner). The stores, services, resorts, motels - even real estate - have Gringo prices and Tico prices. It is not an "under-the table" deal, and you can call a resort for prices and will be quoted according to whether you are a resident or not (the price may double). The laws of Costa Rica can be applied with a vengeance to Gringos, while they are often forgotten for Ticos. Using a Costa Rican lawyer to buy something (usually a legal requirement) is no guarantee that you do, in fact, own it. You will receive lots of papers loaded with stamps and signatures. Hence I come to the Curse of Costa Rica---the Transitos.

ABSOLUTE POWER CORRUPTS ABSOLUTELY, and that fact was never more evident (at least domestically, as America proves it every day on a global basis) by the Costa Rican Tranistos. We have friends here in 1 Dream Getaway territory, who are police. Last summer, they helped us paint our house. Ask them a question or for help, and they will go to extreme lengths to help you. They are poorly paid and live peacefully among their friends and neighbors keeping the peace and their job description - TO SERVE AND PROTECT. Often they have to go begging for gas or money to repair their vehicles, but they rarely complain and treat people as people. The Transitos, however, are the ROSEMARY'S BABY of Costa Rica.

First, I need to digress to explain "Technico Revision". It is not surprising to know that money buys anything, and that is particularly true in Costa Rica. A couple of years ago a Spanish company paid off Costa Rican Government to pass a law requiring that that company inspect every vehicle in Costa Rica. The Tranistos enforce that law. All Costa Rican cars, trucks and motorcycles are checked for things that no one else would possibly consider anywhere in the world. For instance, the last time I went through Technico Revision, they made me operate the sun roof. I asked them if I would be prohibited from driving my car if the sun roof did not open, and they replied: "Yes." I waited days for an appointment, and endured a day in line, paid $20, and was given a sticker that allowed me to drive my car for two months. No other country would tolerate the nonsensical manner in which Technico Revision harasses the entire country's population, but Ticos are pacifistic, and will eat anything their government puts on their plate.

Of course, most cars and trucks in Costa Rica are old wrecks, and it seems there is a law against having a tail light on a motorcycle, as few have them. To see an 18 wheeler with all of its lights working properly is a rarity - and even the cars we at 1 Dream Getaway rent rarely have turn signals. Somehow these vehicles seem to breeze through Technico Revision - or the Transitos ignore these uninspected vehicles, as that is not where the money is. And this system is all about money. If a Gringo hires a Tico to take his car through inspection, it has much fewer difficulties.

The Tranistos hide in the bushes along Hwy 1 (the Pan American Highway is the only route to San Jose from the beaches). The roads are curvy and often without shoulders. The biggest driving hazard in Costa Rica is coming around a curve to find a Transito jumping out in front of cars, where they line up on the road with no place for oncoming traffic to swerve. Transitos select nice cars, good looking women, and white faces - and those are the people they stop in order to demand money or sex. Sometimes they set up road blocks in the middle of the night. Unlike real CR police, the Tranistos wear uniforms and drive nice new Chevies with lights on the roof, obviously gifted and trained by Americans. Finally, here is my story:

On October 15, 2003, my mother came for a week's visit and failed to heed my warning to fly into Liberia (she saved $50). Nora and I drove seven hours to SJO to pick her up, and collected two tickets from the Transitos along the way. They usually tell you the ticket will be 10,000 colones, but if you give them 5000 in cash you won't get a ticket. I never pay them off, and never sign the ticket. There are no traffic courts, you have no ability to contest a ticket, and the Transitos operate with immunity to do whatever they feel like. With each ticket, the Transitos waived by the Ticos in their uninspected junk cars and trucks traveling at twice the speed limit, and pointed to my white face in our 1987 Jeep Cherokee to pull over. I used to have a rich girlfriend in San Jose who came to see me on weekends. She got an average of three tickets per trip after she refused to sleep with the Transitos, give them her phone number or pay them off.

OK, so it is October 15, 2003 and Mom arrived on time. We had a wonderful week here in 1 Dream Getaway territory after receiving only two tickets from the Transitos on our way home from San Jose. Then it was October 22, and time for Mom to fly home. The last time Mom came, they lost her luggage in SJO. Juan Santa Maria Airport has had so much luggage stolen in the past that they no longer allow anyone inside the airport unless they can produce an airline ticket. In fact, on my last trip to the States they lost my luggage in SJO and refused to honor my claim. (They made me wait 48 hours to file the claim, then denied the claim because it had to be filed within 24 hours). So when I dropped Mom off at the airport last time, I could not go into the airport to see her off. They wound up bumping her from her flight (was at SJO three hours early) and Mom (surprise!!!) spent the night in San Jose, unable to call me as I drove through the night to get home. In that, I learned a lesson.

I went to paid parking, and walked with Mom as she flashed her flight tickets to the guard. Then I accompanied her until her baggage was checked and she passed through Security to her gate. None of this is necessary at LIR (Liberia International Airport). So with the peace of mind that Mom was safely on her way home, we left for home. Nora's mother made some snacks and a thermos of coffee. The weather was rainy, cold and nasty, and we were in no hurry to get home. I put on a Jimmy Buffett CD as we drove at 20 km/hr. behind four Ticos and an overloaded truck through the mountains. Jimmy entertained us with two songs before a Transito jumped out from bushes, waved the Ticos (in front of, and behind us) by, flagged our red Jeep to pull over, and wrote me a ticket (which I refused to sign) after I refused to pay him off. Jimmy started singing all over again. He got through the same two songs and part of his third before another Transito leaped from the bushes, waved the Ticos on, pulled me over, and wrote a ticket (which I refused to sign) after I refused to pay him off. And on we went. This time Jimmy managed to sing four songs.

We were behind the same overloaded truck, still going 20 km per hour, and behind four Ticos. Behind us was a Transito with his lights going (they always have their lights flashing) and several Ticos behind the Transito. The roads were winding and wet, so no one could pass the truck until we came to a stretch of straight road with a passing zone. The four cars in front of us passed. We passed. The Transito and the Ticos behind him passed. Ahead of me, the Transito motioned for me to stop, and demanded my Passport. I was not in a good mood by then (neither was Jimmy Buffett), and told the Transito that I had no intention of leaving the country, and that is the only reason I have for producing my passport. I advised that I had a Tico Driver's license, all the papers for our car (including Technico Revision), and my Costa Rican Residency Papers (Cedula). The cop called for five other Tranistos to come over, and then handed me my ticket (which I refused to sign). As I started to leave, he advised that I could not drive my car until I went to a bank and paid the ticket. The bank was 50 miles away.

So my pregnant wife, our Chihuahua, and I put our luggage in the street and started to walk to a restaurant to call her brother to come (150 miles) and take us home. The Transitos stepped in front of me and demanded my keys. I advised them that if they had the right to prevent me from driving my car, they certainly had no right to my keys. Six of the little Munchkins jumped on me from behind and tried to throw me on the ground. I stood with my hands in the air proving I was not touching them, and another came in front of me to choke me. I was almost to the point of passing out as they taunted me, hit me, tore off my clothes, and told me they were demonstrating what force was. I had just about decided to show them what force was, although I knew that if I touched them, I would be thrown in jail for months without being able to talk to a judge, when the Main Munchkin stopped choking me. They locked me in a cell in my underwear. There was no toilet, no water, no furniture, and it had never been cleaned. Finally Nora's brother arrived, and I was released.

The Tranistos called our house several times, advising that there were many thieves in the area and our car would likely be stripped if we did not claim it immediately. The car is 10 feet from the door of the police station. We went to the bank, paid the tickets, got our stamped, signed, documented receipts, and went to collect our car. The Tranistos refused to give it to us unless we paid their "friend" in San Jose. I refused as I always have, to pay them off. Now our car is theirs. The US Embassy knows this is how the Transitos operate, and will not get involved. I contacted some lawyers, who said: "The Transitos have taken our cars several times. We know how to get your car back, and we require a $1500 down payment before we start proceedings."

Nora and I cannot look out our window to the street for five minutes without seeing a Tico truck with sometimes ten or fifteen men, women or children in back. Yet a Gringo friend had his truck stolen by the Transitos for having someone (a hitch hiker) in the back of his pickup. I've never seen a Tico wear a helmet while riding his 4-wheel motorcycle, yet the Transitos stole a Gringo friend's bike because he was riding without a helmet. In 1 Dream Getaway territory, the cabs will charge a Gringo two-or-three times the price of a ride (which is why Nora and I take our clients around in a rental car), but he will not pull a gun on you, even in San Jose. The TOURISTAS and USO OFFICIAL markings I mention above tell the Transitos that those vehicles are off limits. We do not know one Gringo who has made the trip from the beaches to San Jose without being harassed at least once by the Transitos.

And so millions of tourists will continue to come to San Jose, take the City Tour, and see the countryside in those well-marked, protected (crowded) buses with their luggage tied to the roof with ropes. Most of them will leave happy, and leaving a significant portion of their time (and their money) in San Jose. We will continue to guarantee that our clients are not among the unlucky ones. It is the peaceful, friendly, outgoing nature of Ticos that makes this country so wonderful. It is unfortunate that the Costa Rican Government takes advantage of that non-hostile nature to impose such atrocities as Technico Revision and the Transitos on its own people, and those who bring the desperately-needed money into Costa Rica.

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