Going postal

My folks and other people have asked about sending stuff down here to us in Costa Rica. . . We tell them, don't bother, we're fine. . . In reality, though, we're just not sure that we would get something if it were sent down here. . . Our friends in London, Simon and Erika, sent us a postcard when we first started from merry old England. . . It took six weeks to get here. . . There are no street names or numbers here in Costa Rica, and they are just starting to implement zip codes. . . The mailing address for the hotel is: Costa Rica Tree Houses Hotel, 300 metres Norte de Cemetario el Santa Clara, San Carlos, Alajuela, Costa Rica. . . That basically says (and I'm sure I mangled the Spanish) that the hotel is 300 meters north of the Santa Clara cemetery. . . That's it. It's the same in San Jose and other cities. . . The places of business, or residences, are given in meters from a landmark. . . The landmark can be a cemetery, a church or even a Burger King. . . The mailman comes to the hotel about once a month, and just brings the bank statements and the odd letter or postcard. . . Bottom line, don't count on anything important getting through. . .