To get to Tortuga wasn’t easy, but knowing my mom she would manage. The lovely thing about Costaricans is that if you ask for something they will do everything they can to make it happen. We asked our taxi driver how to get to Tortuga (well a boat is not a taxi, but mom does stuff like that). The taxi called somebody who called another person and than we had another person picking us up in a car and dropping us off at fisherman house. And off we go! The fisherman had a boat 
It took us 1.5 hours to get to the paradise. On the way there 2 tortoises stuck their heads out of the water. In the port we found a craftsman who carved my name in wood.
