Every country has a unique beverage it claims as its own. In Costa Rica, the beverage of choice is Guaro.
There is a certain national pride related to claiming an alcoholic beverage. Consider Mexico and tequila immediately comes to mind. Vodka, of course, goes with Russia. Visit Greece and an ouzo headache can’t be far behind. Aquavit in Sweden will definitely turn your head…and stomach. Costa Rica, of course, couldn’t overlook the fun.
Depending on which bartender you talk to, Guaro is either a head erasing alcohol beverage or a power drink with only a little kick. Guaro is the national beverage of Costa Rica. Despite visiting Costa Rica on multiple occasions, I have not tried. And permanently reason.
The Guinea Pig
Ten people were chilling out in the beach town of Carrillo just taking in the evening after a later date in the sun. Carrillo is a good town for fishing and a couple of epic surf spots are close by. It resembles Tamarindo, but with no overwhelming ex-pat influence. 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 pink whitney drink recipes. Tables and chairs had been pushed together and we had reached the point in the evening 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 had sampled Guaro. Among our merry band was selected.
Known humorously as Mexico Mike, our guinea pig was experienced in the methods for Mexican Tequila. Mexico was remotely near to Costa Rica, and so 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 back and general laughter. Just as we started egging each other on to be the following person to experience Costa Rica, an interesting thing happened.
Mexico Mike was becoming Pink Mike. Laughter stopped and concern spread throughout the table such as the rash developing on his arms. We were probably three hours from the hospital and the definition of “pink eye” was taking on a much 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 unusual feeling to sit there and watch the skin change colors. Mike was cracking jokes as is his nature, but there clearly was a certain tension to his laugh. Fortunately, the reaction soon slowed and retreated. Within 20 minutes, he was good as new and we had a new story to tell.