Costa Rica – Memories with the Guaro

Every country features a unique beverage it claims as its own. In Costa Rica, the beverage of choice is Guaro.

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There’s a specific national pride related to claiming an alcoholic beverage. Consider Mexico and tequila immediately concerns mind. Vodka, of course, matches Russia. Visit Greece and an ouzo headache can’t be far behind. Aquavit in Sweden will certainly turn your head…and stomach. Costa Rica, of course, couldn’t overlook the fun.

Guaro

Depending where bartender you talk to, Guaro is either a mind erasing alcohol beverage or a power drink with only a little kick. Guaro could be the national beverage of Costa Rica. Despite visiting Costa Rica on multiple occasions, I haven’t tried. And once and for all reason.

The Guinea Pig

Ten of us were chilling out in the beach town of Carrillo just taking at night 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 minus the overwhelming ex-pat influence. Unfortunately, Carrillo is very tame at night. Put another way, there’s really nothing to do.

A little bored, the ten of us had congregated in a café overlooking the ocean. Tables and chairs had been pushed together and we had reached the point at night where we were telling lies about how great we used to be pink whitney drink. The bartender/owner approached our table and suggested we hadn’t experience Costa Rica until we had 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 near 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 rear and general laughter. Just once we started egging each other on to be the next person to have Costa Rica, an interesting thing happened.

Mexico Mike was becoming Pink Mike. Laughter stopped and concern spread over the table like the rash developing on his arms. We were probably three hours from a hospital and the definition of “pink eye” was taking on a much larger meaning. His skin was turning pink! You could actually see it moving down his arms and across his chest. His girlfriend, Stuart, wasn’t happy!

It must be an unusual feeling to sit there and watch your 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 had a fresh story to tell.

 

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