This morning I sat on the front patio of my hostel in Santa Elena at 6:00am drinking coffee, watching the rain blow through in endless tides of mist. It started raining yesterday afternoon as I was hiking up the highest peak in the area, Cerro Amigos(a hike abandoned halfway up when I realized the advertised … Continue reading Passing Through
Searching for answers. The thinking person's capuchin. Can't beat the heat. Squirrel monkey. . Family. Cuticle check.
Costa Rica is a trap, set by who knows to derail my trip before it barely even starts. I can see why so many ex-pats end up here. It's an easy place to drop out; to show up and decide never to move again. There were butterflies in my stomach as I walked to the … Continue reading The Conservation of Energy
There are strange bird sounds made by unfamiliar and unseen birds and the sound of crunching footsteps on the dirt road just the other side of the hedge full of flowers I don't recognize coming through the screened window of my hotel room in Puerto Jimenez. There is air-conditioning but I am leaving it off … Continue reading The strange and the familiar