Dream Getaway Exotic Adult Vacation
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Just wanted you to know that I had a wonderful time last night. Work on the book as been deferred until next week. The best things life are worth waiting for. You have another grateful client and friend. Alan,
HAPPY EASTER 2007 To Steve and Gloria. Steve just popped the question, and they have begun working on her NOVIA VISA. CHRISTMAS, 2006
hey alan,
i really want you to know that i had a great time. everything,
especially at the volcano lodge, was perfect. the setting is just
beautiful at the volcano lodge and the people there make the stay a true
pleasure. thank you for everything you did for me while i was there. i
had such a good time with april. i had never been on an "adult"
vacation. yours was the first site that came up on ,my search engine
for vacations in costarica. when i inquired about it to you, you always
answered my emails. i never had a moment of doubt after i first heard
from you that this would not be a truly remarkable experience. the
honesty and candor of your emails lends a personal touch and is why i
totally trusted what you had to say about what is the best and worst of
costa rica. everything you said held true. i will look forward to
seeing you again soon.
thanks again,
daniel
December 17, 2006
Alan, my first duty this morning before unpacking was to get you a note
off to thank you and Yizel (Gizela) for what had to be one of the nicest
holidays ever. She was an absolute dream companion. Even though were
weren't much of a match at language skills that was never a problem.
Gizela's companionship was just perfect, she is a beautiful woman with a
personality to match, a smile to die for, as well as other attributes
only those lines. Her pleasant and fun disposition made the entire trip
perfect. I will definitely use your services on my next trip, as well as
see if Yizel if available once again. Thanks for your help in making my
'get away 1 perfect dream'.
Best regards, Henry
Alan, feel free to use me as a reference. But please no photo's or last
names.
Call you in Feb or March.
thanks again Amigo.
Every once and a while life seems worth living. In our Costa Rica 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. Our latest success story is for Lynn and Iris> Iris is here taking intense English classes, while Lynn is home building Casa Iris. It has been so much fun---and so rewarding---to be involved in their courtship process and to call Lynn a friend. Iris has a new career ahead of her running a sawmill and building homes. She should be in her new home in July, 2007. (this received 7/10/06) Alan: Kudos to the latest of many 1 Dream Getaway companions who escorted their way to a new life, while showing someone his dreams here in Paradise. Patricia found her man in Gibraltar, and now wears his ring. Sorry guys, she's out of the running....as is her sister Maria, who found the love of her life in Northern Canada. We got the four of them together for the first time in a volcano resort not on www.1dreamgetaway.com. For a week or a lifetime, 1 Dream Getaway can change your life.
Alan arrived with apprehensions. Maria met him with dreams. In a short while, they shared their dreams in Paradise. 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
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.
From Alan Seaman..... 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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Bob in Massachusetts:
