Well, we tried to go home anyway. For reasons that Continental tried to explain to us but nobody understood, the plane they wanted to fly us in from Costa Rica, a warm place, to New York, a very cold place, couldn't fly in ice, and their 'good plane' (pilot's words) had flown to somewhere warmer. Eventually they decided to fly us to Florida, where another plane was waiting with a crew that wasn't as desperate to go to bed as ours, and we arrived in New York gone midnight, long after our connecting flight home. By three in the morning we had been put up in a hotel, minus baggage, and had nothing to do until seven the next evening.
Well, to be fair, there are worse places in the world to be stuck for 24 hours than New York, so after making ourselves feel ill on too much American style breakfast (think English with corn beef hash, roast potatoes and watery coffee) we decided on a tour of New York City - Manhattan to be precise. Due to our late night, we only had about three hours to get from the hotel, see everything, and get back to the airport. Amazingly, we did see everything, even if it was from the top of the GE building in the Rockefeller Center. So after a captivating holiday in a part of the world I never thought I'd see, I got to fulfill my dream of seeing New York. Ok, we only spent three hours there, but some Americans manage to do the entire of Europe in a week, so by their standards, I think we did it.
Railway engineering works in Manchester and slow taxis finally brought our journey from the hotel in San José to home up to 44 hours! It didn't even take half that to go the other way.