Costa Rica Dec 2015

Traveling in Costa Rica I wanted to jot down some notes but I don’t have a computer with me. Not wanting to have to retype, I went to my Google drive and saw an old file titled “2014 Manifestations”. I thought “Hmmm. I wonder what I was thinking in 2014?”. I opened the file which was last touched on January 6, 2014 and the first thing that caught my eyes was “Visit Costa Rica”!!
I wrote this during a “Manifest your dreams” meeting lead by my beloved Paul Melville at Heart of Avalon and had completely forgotten about it. Almost exactly 2 years later, here I am, in Costa Rica!!!
Never underestimate the power of planting a seed. Very grateful for the power of intentions and everyone who made my dream come true. Be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it.
With lots of love from Costa Rica.
Dec 21, 2015 12:54pm

Today’s excitement: took the bus from Puerto Viejo to Limon to catch the water taxi to Tortuguerro National Park. 15 km before we get to Limon, I heard and felt a jolting thud. We got rear ended. I was hoping the driver would just keep going but there was white smoke coming from the back so we all got out. A bus hit a truck which, in turn hit our bus. The front of the first bus was badly damaged and it swerved blocking the 2 lane road. The truck had its nose lodged in the back of our bus and fluids were running down the street. Only the truck driver was injured. Everyone else was fine but the road was completely blocked in both directions. I saw the truck driver standing near his vehicle with a bloody shirt. Next thing I know, my German co-travelers were giving him first aid and they asked me for antiseptic which I readily had (see Shawn, packing a first aid kit can be useful. I’m just glad I wasn’t the one who needed it). They bandaged his head and he was on his feet talking and drinking water. We, my German co-travelers and I, eventually called a taxi from Limon to come get us and it took us to the ferry which waited for us. Tortuguerro is a nature wonderland. Took tons of pictures with my big camera including the red-eyed frog. I will upload them eventually. This is me sipping my coconut at sunset.

Addendum: I talked with some friends who left Puerto Viejo after us and they were stuck in the traffic mess created by our accident for 3 hours. In hind sight, we were the lucky ones!
Dec 16, 2015 12:24am

While walking alone, bare foot through the forest to the beach in Puerto Viejo, I heard a very loud roar. I looked around but couldn’t see anything unusual. I calmed myself by thinking that there are no lions in the area. Maybe it was something falling. Then I heard the same shrieking loud roar again. I said to myself, “it must be the sound of a bus horn. It’s clever to make it sound like an animal”. Luckily enough, nothing happened and I didn’t hear it again. At least not that day. Later, I learnt that what I heard was the cry of the “Howler monkey”. They use it to mark territory, warn of danger and to gather the tribe. Good thing it wasn’t a “tasty food approaching” kind of call. The beach was awesome, totally worth the temporary scare.
Dec 25, 2015 4:59am
Here’s an account of my 3-weeks-long orgasm in Costa Rica. The sound track goes something like this: “Aaahhh warm weather! Aaaahhh warm beach! Aaahhh beautiful scenery! Aaaahh another warm beach! Aaahhh jungle! Aaaahhh animals! Aaahh LOTS of animals! Aaaahhh biking! Aaahhh hiking! Aaahhh zip lining! Aaahhh canyoning! Aaahh canoeing! Aaahhh hammock on the warm beach! Aaahh beautiful people! Aaahhh another warm beach, and another, and another, Aaaaahhh!! I’m in love!”
Then “Phewwww, Kaboom! Phewww, Bam” (Fireworks for New Year’s Eve). Then “MmmmmWAAAAAAAA” (me crying on the way to the airport)
Jan 11, 2016 12:08am

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