Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Final Day in Pura Vida


7-13-11
                Today was my last morning in Costa Rica. We are heading out on the 2:35 flight back to Charlotte. I am excited and sad at the same time. I don’t want to leave CR, but I do want to seem my friends and get settled back in to my school life. We had a big breakfast at the hotel today, and had tico cheese fried on bread and lots of fruit juice. We packed up the car and were on our way to the rental shop and the airport after a quick picture break and coffee stop along the way. Rosita was in a better mood this morning so it didn’t take long to get to the rental shop to return the car, which was mercifully not a long wait (like it was for Devon, Dad and Mom the first time). A shuttle came to take us to the airport and we were at the front of the line for checking in. We made it through security relatively quickly thanks to Devon’s minor status, although in the process I lost my manicure kit.. I had put it in the wrong bag… No matter what country you’re in airport food is expensive. It’s just like amusement parks, they know that your trapped tired of waiting and you’d give your right arm for a sandwich. Luckily we were not that bad off and we managed to find some good pasta. While we were waiting we hit up the duty free shop. We had a really long boarding time because before we got on the flight we had to go through gate security. Some people were put in the wanding and bag search line and others could walk through. Guess what line I was in with my full size carry on? Yep the suspicious people line, and then after I made it through the second line of defense (getting a pass both times!) as I was about to walk on to the plane another flight attendant stops me to measure my bad. She gets down and measures it and then cheerfully tells me that my bag is 46 inches long and the rule is no bags over 45 inches (I measured the size at check in and they said it was fine). I just wanted to reply cheerfully back, “so I made it through check in and security twice and now you’re telling me to check the bag that that I have used as a carryon several times is one inch too big?” I looked enviously at the other passengers with carry-on suitcases (the same size as mine!) that were walking right past me toward freedom on the plane. But it wasn’t a huge deal and since I was almost home free with my overly large suitcase, without anyone stopping me I got it checked for free!
                Our plane left on time and it was a pretty uneventful flight, only a little bit of turbulence and four hours later we were back in the US. We actually landed in Charlotte 30 min early and beat the rush to customs!! For some reason when we travel we always looks suspicious because when we came back through customs here we had to go thought the double check line again… but we still made it out into the warm summer night before by 9:30! My first meal when we got back to the US was going to be Chick-fil-a but they were closed, so it was Wendy’s.
                I had an amazing time in Costa Rica. I learned so many new things and my language skills are much improved and I have also grown personally in confidence and awareness. I will remember the people I met and the experiences I have had on this trip for the rest of my life.  Thanks to everyone who has supported me throughout this experience and to all of you who have read my blog! It has meant so much to me!

Back in San Jose


7-12-11
                Today was our last full day in CR. We woke up early to pack up our things to go back to San Jose, and have a traditional breakfast (gallo pinto, eggs, queso palimito, and tortillas). After breakfast we went into La Forutuna one last time to get lunch for the road and some souvenirs. We returned to the hotel to check out and pack up the car. Rosita (our GPS) was not exactly accommodating on the way out of town, so we got a bit turned around in trying to find a Bank (to pay our exit tax) and a gas station. Banks in CR are very secure. You get wandered by a security guard on your way in and everything is compartmentalized so that you can’t see past the tellers. It’s actually set up kind of like the DMV where you take a ticket and wait for your number to be called. We were able to pay the tax and did not have to wait that long (much easier than at the airport!).  On the way out I attempted to ask the guard where a gas sation was, but I didn’t know the word for gas station, I said Estacion de Petroleo but he didn’t understand. Luckily there was a man who spoke English waiting his turn and he helped us out. By the way the word is Gasolinera.. We successfully found the gas station and were on our way to San Jose by 11:30. It is a three hour drive through beautiful countryside (by Monteverde) to get the city. The roads were windy, but I made it through all right, Devon got a bit nauseous from reading in the car though.  The ride back was on small roads and mostly uneventful, we crossed at least a dozen one way bridges though, and there was a bit of road construction, but overall it was an easy trip. We got into San Jose at 2:30 but didn’t get to our hotel till 3 since we missed the highway exit and the GPS punished us for not complying with her instructions by taking us through the city center. It was raining (almost all day) and Devon, mom, and I waited in the car while dad checked us in. While we were sitting there one of the hotel attendants came out with fresh fruit drinks, this is something that hotels in the US need to start doing, it is soooo good! Once we were settled in we took a taxi into downtown to go back to the artisanal market, the National Cathedral and the flower market (to buy flowers for Mama Tica). Mama Tica had invited us over for dinner so we took a taxi to my house from San Jose. I was really excited to be able to see them one more time before I left, and to eat more of her home cooking! She prepared chicken, patacones, platanos, rice, vegetables, and jello. Everything was delicious as usual. After dinner we talked about how our weeks had gone and watched the finally of America’s Got Talent… It was a nice quiet regular evening and I loved it. It seemed as if we had to leave too soon though, and I didn’t want to leave, but we had a lot of packing and prep to do for our return trip the next day. 

Rafting Pictures

looking cool in our blue helmets 

who wants to hold the poison frog?

Mining

Dev and I taking a swim

Our traditional casado lunch

Hot Springs!!

Rafting On the Rio Balsa


7-11-11
                Today we went rafting on the Rio Balsa near Arenal. We were able to sleep in since the transportation for rafting would not pick us up till 10:15. So we had a leisurely breakfast with chocolate freezes and tropical jams. After breakfast we got our adventure clothing on and our dry clothes for the lunch afterward. We were the first ones on the bus today and we went to pick up another family before heading to the river. The other family was a dad and his two sons. One was 20 and the other was 16. The 16 year old immediately reminded me of Tony Zanghi. His family is from California, but he lives in New York and goes to an art school there. He has been in several Broadway plays. They were a really interesting group to rides with; Riley (the actor) had actually met many famous actors while he was working.  On the way we stopped by a fruit stand to get watermelon (still better in NC), pineapple and mango for our snack after rafting. The fruit stand was very interesting because it had all sorts of crazy fruits and lots of local products.
                We got to the rafting site after about a 30 min car ride and the guides set up the gear while we took pictures and found life jackets and helmets. The guides gave a little tutorial before we were divided into the boats. Each boat held 6 people. In our boat we it was the 4 of us and our guide Oscar. In the other boat were the second family and two Italian men. This river is class 3-2, smaller than the other rivers we have done, but still a fun trip. We started right away practicing our commands, get down, lean in, forward and backward. We were doing well on our synchronicity but, it was hard to hear our guide over the rush of the water. We were the second boat and had started off a ways behind the first boat; however, they were having paddle issues and managed to get suck at the bottom of the rapid just as we were coming down it. We kind of ran over them… but it wasn’t our fault! After that we passed them and they got a remedial lesson in paddling. Since we had a smoother trip than last time we got a safari on water. Our guide Oscar stopped along the way to show us different plants and animals (soap berries, anise..). He also explained what the river was used for (the river rocks for building). He stopped to show us several sloths (and explained which trees they are likely found in), iguanas and the cherry on top, a poison blue jean frog! Oscar pulled the raft over, ran up into the woods and came back holding a tiny, vibrant, poison red and blue frog. It was so tiny and cute, but I was not about to touch it when he offered to let us hold it. I’ve seen enough planet earth and Nat Geo to know not to touch brightly colored animals in the wild. Oscar had no fear though, and he didn’t seem to be badly affected by the frog.
                We spent about 2 hours rafting down the river and we didn’t fall out once. Devon and I were disappointed. We almost fell out on some of the big rapids in the beginning but managed to stay in since none of us wanted to go over the baby waterfall without the boat. At the end to compensate, Devon  and I jumped out and swam the rest of the way to shore. By the time we arrived the guides had the raft flipped over and had a spread of cut up fruit. Mango is now one of my favorite fruits. I probably ate about half of one after rafting in addition to watermelon and pineapple. We went back in to the water to splash around a bit more before we left for lunch.
                We had a traditional casado lunch at the country home of the 1948 president (the one who abolished the army).  The hacienda is an active sugar mill and they also make moonshine. We had lunch on the open porch of the old ranch house. The lunch was delicious, everything was produces using products from the farm and made on a wood burning stove. We had yucca, plantains, heart of palm, beans rice, your choice of meat and fresh juice. For desert we had a traditional Costa Rican sort of fudge/brittle made from sugar cane on the farm. We were also able to try samples of their homemade liquor de Cacao, and homemade whiskey. I liked the liquor de Cacao, but the whiskey was very strong. Once we had finished lunch the owner of the restaurant and his wife came out and played and sang some traditional music of the countryside. It was perfect.
                Once everyone was stuffed we walked around the old house to get to the antique/artisanal sugar mill. It is one of the only still operating in Costa Rica. It’s an old iron machines that’s powered by oxen and it grinds the cane juice out of the cane. That juice is strained and heated until ti becomes a molasses that you can place in a mold that hardens into sugar. This type of sugar is actually healthy and good for you (yes!).  To get the normal white sugar you must refine it even further which removes all of the good vitamins and minerals and concentrates the sucrose. After the tour (and free samples!!) we piled back into the van and returned to the hotels.
                It was about 4 when we got back, and we were all full and feeling lazy so we changed into our swim suits grabbed our books and moseyed on over to the hot springs. Since we had eaten after rafting, and had such a great lunch none of us were very hungry until much later. We spent about 3 hours swimming and reading in the spring. Finally we decided to go out to eat something lite before the restaurants closed. Since we were wandering around the town our first two places were a bust, but we decided to go to get some pizza at, of all places,  Luigi’s Pizza. Our waitress was the very energetic owner who repeatedly told us that even if it wasn’t on the menu she could make it. I’ve never had bad pizza in CR and this was no exception. We returned late and Devon and I went for one last trip to the hot springs since we were leaving Arenal in the morning. 

Friday, August 12, 2011

Arenal Pictures!

Puppies at the stable!

La Fortuna Waterfall

Mom and Dad

Dev and I swam to the other side of the falls


The view from our lodge

Arenal Day 1


7-10-11
                I love breakfast at El Silencio del Campo. As soon as you come in they bring you fresh fruit and you have 5 breakfast choices to pick from. I got the toast and eggs option. I love their crunchy toast here in CR. After breakfast we went to wait for our transportation to go horseback riding to the La Fortuna Waterfall. Right before our car came to get us we realized that we might need to pack a swimsuit and shorts to swim in the falls in addition to the riding clothes we were wearing. We were the last group to get picked up in our van and the riding stable was only 5 min down the road. This was a popular day excursion so there was a very big group, probably about 30 in all and about 5 guides. Our group ranged from ages 6- 60 so I knew we were in for an interesting ride. They were very efficient getting everyone assigned to a horse and on, it only took about 10 min to get everyone together in the paddock. It had rained earlier in the morning and the night before so the trails were a bit wet, always a fun time. About half of the trials were cutting through pastures, my favorite kind, but we also crossed several creeks and a couple steep-ish hills. I’m not going to lie, I am an arena rider and cross country hills still make me a bit nervous, but we all made it through alright. Mom had a much more relaxed horse than the last time we rode in CR and Devon and Daddy were doing well too, although Devon is not crazy about riding in general. The large number of people in our group (most of whom did not know how to ride and seemed to think steering and giving directions to your horse was optional) did make me a bit stressed out. It was much better to be in the front of the group, out of the herd. Most of the horses were gaited so by being in the front I had a lot more opportunities to pick up speed! In our group we met an Italian guy named Alex and another American family. Alex was actually a really good rider and I was a bit jealous of his horse. The grandmother of the American family, however was kind of nervous about being on a horse and but I was able to get her to calm down and breath which helped her horse calm down as well.
                My horse, Fiona, was low man on the totem pole, so when it came time to go through gates we would always get jockeyed out of place, plus several of the people in the group were not polite mergers. At one gate one of the little girls cut me off at the entrance and her horse kicked out at mine. She didn’t do any real damage however but another little boy was kicked (while riding) by the same horse when they got to close to each other. The ride out to the waterfall was about 1 hour and it didn’t really start to get steep until the very last bit. A little ways from the top we dismounted, watered the horses and left them with some of the guides to graze while we spent an hour at the waterfall. The Park entrance was close by with a short trail to the waterfall; however, the trail was a vertical one with about 400 stairs in total. I actually liked the walk down; it was really good to use my hamstrings again! On the way down I talked some more with Alex and found out that I can understand Italian! It was very exciting news for me. I learned that Alex is from Milan but that he enjoys ecotourism and has been several places in the US west; he had even been to Canyon De Chelly! I am so jealous of all of these Europeans who vacation for a month at a time during the summer…Once we got down to the waterfall Devon and I decided to go and swim in it to cool off. We had to clamber carefully a short ways over some very slippery rocks to get to the edge of the water. By the time we were at the water and ready to go in Mom and Dad showed up to enjoy the mist and the falls. Devon and I waded our way in at first, and boy was that water bracing! It was chilly but in a very good way. The water was clear with an aqua tint to it. We decided to swim to the ledge behind the waterfall just to say we had done it. The swim out was not bad; you mainly just had to be careful of the edges where the rocks were. It was pretty chilly on the ledge behind the falls because there was so much wind from the force of the falling water. Our swim back was a bit more difficult as the current kept pushing us into the rocks and made it hard to reach the other side. We finally made it out and dried off during out hike back out of the park. The hike out was much harder than on the ways in, it was uphill the whole way, but we made it! After the hike I was definitely looking forward to the ride back.
The ride back down the hill was not that bad, and on the one remaining incline we were able to give the horses their head and canter up the hill. I am definitely going to take up cross country eventing, it was just so fun! I stayed toward the front of the group again and took advantage of the open fields when I could (I didn’t want to start a stampede back to the barn...). It rained most of the way back but it didn’t really bother me since I had my rain jacket and I kind of like riding in the rain. Alex and I took turns holding our horses back and then cantering up to the lead guide. My whole family did a really good job on the trail ride, although horses are really not Devon’s thing. After the ride we played with the three baby puppies and mama at the barn. Alex and I tried to trade FB info but we couldn’t find a pen and so it didn’t really work out. I was kicking myself for this later…
Once we got back to the hotel we decided to go to Super Christian Number 4 (the local super market chain) to get some lunch. We found all my favorites, sweet bread, milk, empanada and cheesy bread. We ate on our porch while watching for the Volcano.  Afterward we went into town to do some shopping but we had to be back early for my mom’s complementary facial. Yeah, I know. I’m jealous too. Devon, Dad and I read down by the hot springs until mom was done and then we all headed into town to get some dinner (after several technological distractions). We walked around on the main street and wandered into a cute little soda. It turned out that we were on the right track since the food was good and apparently it was in the Lonely Planet book (we saw several other gringo groups there with their books too…). After another wonderful meal we drove back to the hotel for daiquiris and a soak in the hot springs before bed. I am now pleasantly drowsy and ready to sleep in and go rafting tomorrow!
** Sorry there aren't pictures, but my camera is currently fighting with my computer...

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Puerto Viejo Day 3


7-9-11
Today was our last day in Puerto Viejo. We were planning to go on a cacao tour near our hotel but when we called to check the farmer said that he was not doing tours today. So with our plans thrown out of whack we decided to go and try the other chocolate tour place. After passing it once we found it by following the official looking blue signs (after we passed them twice). However upon closer inspection we found that it was an expensive tour for what you got in return, you didn’t get to make the chocolate like we would have at the first place. We decided to go back toward our hotel and look for the butterfly garden instead, but after driving up and down the road for times with a map we still couldn’t find it and gave up since we had wasted so much time. To salvage the morning we headed back into Puerto Viejo to sit walk in the tide pools while sipping agua de pipa (coconut water). It was a good way to decompress after the frustration of the morning. When we came back from the beach we packed up the car, said our goodbyes to Sonia and Pepo and headed off for the second leg of our trip. 
We spent most of the day on our drive to Arenal, which was about 5 hours, although a five hour drive in CR does not seem that long (to me at least, Devon would differ I’m sure) there’s always something interesting to see out the window and the radio stations in CR are really good.  However, when we got in to Arenal at 6 we were all ready to be out of the car. We had a little orientation (with fresh juice!) and then headed off to our room. El Silencio is just how we remember it only now they have a few more lodges. We walked around the property a bit, and checked out the hot springs before heading off to dinner in La Fortuna. We went to a local Soda with comida tipica; all got Arroz con Pollo and Devon and I got Bebidas Frescas (a fruit and ice blend) as well, Blackberry and Guyabana. Everything was delicious and just what I’ve been getting used to down here. The other patrons were ticos and they were playing the game between Colombia and CR on the TV. It was a very typical night here in CR. When we got back to the hotel we went to the hot springs for a soak. We met two other groups who are staying here as well (both from the US) and went to bed early relaxed. Tomorrow we are going to go horseback riding to a waterfall, I am so excited!!

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Puerto Viejo Day 2


Today we had an early start with breakfast of fresh fruit, toast, homemade marmalade, and bruschetta and coffee of course. We were picked up by the snorkeling tour at 8. We were the first ones picked up, followed by two Spanish couples and a Danish man. After a pit stop in the main office in Puerto Viejo we were off to meet our boat in Chauita National Park. This time the boat was small and we went to two shallow snorkeling locations. The water was a bit cloudy (lots of storms yesterday) at the first site but we were still able to see some amazing coral and fish. The trick to snorkeling is pretending you’re a fish and waiting. The pretending you’re a fish is so that you enjoy the swimming process as much as the looking, because it is cool to just be under the water and feel the currents moving you around like sea weed. The waiting is because when you first get there you’ve scared away all the fish, plus they’re sneaky and fast, you’ve got to catch them when they least expect it. We probably spent an hour at the first location, and we were pretty much left to explore at our own pace. I found several good coral spots, but some of them got a bit shallow. The underside of one of the waves pushed me down onto the coral and I scraped my knee (coral is actually really hard), but since I was in the ocean it healed in no time. Since you have no peripheral vision in goggles and everyone was distracted by different things we quickly got separated. I didn’t really mind, since I had my camera and I wanted to look at the coral. Plus we were close to the shore so I could walk back on the trail if worst came to worst. Devon, however, was no so pleased, she was worried that our group had gone on to the hike without us but they hadn't we had just wandered further than they did. We swam back to the boat once we realized that the rest of the group was back in. We took a short trip up the cove to a different part of the reef. This section was less sheltered and was much clearer since it was deeper and there was less sand for the storm to have stirred up. We all hopped out of the boat (minus Daddy and Mommy, they wanted to take a break) and swam off after our guide. Since the water was clearer he was able to lead a tour of the reef, showing us the different species of coral and fish. There was more fish in the deeper coral, and you didn’t have to worry about bumping into in which was nice since the waves were stronger here. I actually really liked the waves, the moved you along the coral while you floated and I felt like one of the fish, since the water was moving us together. We spent another hour at the second site and afterward took a short boat trip to Chauita point for a snack and to start the trail. The beach was shallow and the water was clear, it was a good point to stop for our break. Afterward we headed out on our 3.5 kilometer hike back to the park entrance with our local guide. Our walk was very nice (minus the fire ants, my nemesis in nature), we had the beach on one side and the jungle on the other. We saw both three and two toed sloths, howler monkeys.  Iguanas, birds, a snake, and several of the golden orb spider (their web is a globe and it reflects gold sunlight).
       We also stopped for a 20 min swimming break on the beach about halfway through. It was a very leisurely excursion, we were never rushed from one thing to another and both our guides took the time to point out all sorts of little things; a very tico style tour. We got to the front of the park at about 2 and signed the guest ledger. We stopped by the market to get a light lunch of granola/chocolate pieces in yogurt, crackers (They had the sodas brand!!) and powerade. The only annoying thing was that the girl at the front didn’t seem to know how to work a calculator to add up the costs, she told me the price, then said “wait wait” spent 8 min adding it up again and then showed me the same price. Here the problem wasn’t a language barrier, but a math one..
                The excursion company took us back to our hotel and we had a short siesta/reading break on the porch for an hour before, daddy, Devon and I packed up some chairs and books and went to the main beach. Devon and I both walked on the beach and did some reading. We left at sunset to come back and shower for dinner. We had asked Sonia for recommendations since they had done so well with the ones from last night. Following their directions we went to a restaurant called Pura Gula which is a restaurant with a local changing menu that serves local organic food. The design their menu around the ingredients they can get from local farmers, so it’s always changing. Mommy got the fresh tuna, I got sea bass, and Devon and Daddy got the shrimp with a blackberry vinaigrette salad. It was all delicious. Everything was so fresh and flavorful; it was literally caught that day and walked over to the restaurant. For that little sweet taste afterward (a meal just isn’t complete without it, I’m becoming krisiti!) Devon and I shared a chocolate brownie with freshly made whipped cream. I think I could live off of milk and whipped cream… tomorrow a chocolate tour and off to Arenal!
 I took pictures of everything that moved underwater, and many that didn’t, since I had no idea how the pictures would come out! 
Devon looking like a pro

Mom and I about to dive to the deep!

FISH!

There were tons of Sea Urchins and they looked vicious for something that doesn't really move!

We had our snack here..

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Puerto Viejo Day 1

7-7-11
                Today we woke up at 8 and had a breakfast with homemade bread, fresh fruit and breakfast cake (something we should start in the US). We saw the other families at the lodge, one French the other Portuguese and several Spanish groups although our lodge is intimate and local with only about 5-6 groups total. After breakfast we worked out which excursions we wanted to do during our time here and set about booking them. Since it was Sunday we were not able to do tours today, and the weather agreed, it was a bit rainy in the morning. So we had rainforest reading time on the porch of our lodge and when the rain stopped we headed in to town to look around and do some shopping. The only down side of the day was lunch. We had chosen a restaurant that had pizza and empanadas but it wasn’t owned by locals, it was by a French woman and an Argentinian man. We ordered our food, simple food, pizza, empanadas and water, but it took over an hour to get our food and there were only 3 goups in the restaurant. The waitress kept saying that the food was fresh so we started a joke that they were churning the butter and harvesting the flour four the dough.  When we got the pizza it was good, it just took and unreasonably amount of time to get it. Tico time tables may be longer that in the US, but I have never had that applied to food, or had that long of a wait in CR. Afterward we went back to the hotel to change into swim suits and walk to the beach. Here the jungle comes right up to the shore and so we took a short jungle walk to get to the beach. It was gorgeous and untouched. The only problem was that it was high tide and the ocean was almost to the tree line. We still walked the beach a bit, Devon and I adventuring over the trees and estuaries and mom and dad taking the more traditional/Official path. We couldn’t swim very deep since there were tide warnings today. We returned to the hotel at sun set and on the way saw some of our new monkey friends. We hit up the pool (cold) a bit before changing for dinner.
                For dinner we went to a restaurant called Jungle Love which was owned by two ex-pats. It was open air with Jazz music. The food was delicious. I got mango chicken and a strawberry daiquiri. It was a perfect way to end the day.   Full and happy we returned to our hotel to lounge in the rocking chairs and read.
More sloths!

Daddy and Dev


Boats in the Harbor

The Great Meeting

7-6-11
                We woke up at the hotel at 8 and had and breakfast like my first day in San Jose, fruit, make your own eggs, juices, toast and coffee. It was a nice start for the family; we left right after breakfast to go over to my tica family’s house. After we wrestled with the GPS, it didn’t want to find any locations… We made the 2 kilometer trip to our house and my two families finally met. It was a bit forced with the language barrier, and there had been a miscommunication about going out to coffee at the national theater since the plans had been delayed a day. Being a planner this stressed me out, I wanted everyone to have fun and not feel pressured. We straightened it all out and we brought our luggage into the house for safe keeping for the day while they got ready. We were on the bus to San Jose by 10:15 and were settled in the coffee shop in the theater by 10:30. I was still feeling a bit stressed about ensuring everyone’s good time but once I decided what coffee I was getting I relaxed a bit and began to enjoy the café as much as I did the first time. It just has that old world feel that you could while away the day there… We all got different coffee drinks, I got a Café de Flores (ice cream, espresso, cream, spices) and shared some raspberry cake with my mom. Devon shared the most amazing Chocolate mousse cake with Angel and Sophie got strawberry crêpes. Randdie and Mama tica shared a sandwich and each had coffee. We made a good time of it by trying everything and the translation happened rather easily. After coffee we took pictures together in front of the theater and said our goodbyes and Mama Tica invited us to dinner next Friday before we leave!  We walked together through the (pigeon) Plaza and were subsequently attacked by birds. Devon, Angel and Randdie were having none of it and so were not amused when the seed vendors headed our way throwing seed on the ground near us. The pigeons flocked and those three ran for it. I rather enjoyed the show, but tried to hide this from the traumatized three.. We parted ways shortly after and my family and I headed to the Artisanal Market and a quick walking tour of San Jose. Daddy was antsy to get on the road so we took the bus back to Veritas at 1:15. I had a good time showing my family the school and my neighborhood in CR, they got to see a bit of what everyday life was like. We went back to the house at 2 to recollect our bags and were on our way by 2:20 after a discussion with the GPS who didn’t want to find our hotel.
                The drive to Puerto Viejo was not that bad. The roads are well maintained due to the importance of the Port of Limon to the Banana trade and Fruit companies. The first half of the drive was scenic mountains (I did not get car sick!) although there were several slow trucks. We stopped in a small town to eat at a soda. I got the best tortilla with CR queso ever and was very pleased with the progress of the whole lets-rent-a-car. However, when we got back on the road we were competing with the major commercial shipping route to the Caribbean coast. In other words there were trucks, lots of them on a two lane road. This made for slow and stressful progress since we were in a rental car in a foreign country. We made it through Limon by nightfall but the last 40 Kilometers to Puerto Viejo almost gave my parents a heart attack. We were on a rural two lane road where pedestrians, bikers, dogs and one way bridges were common and it was dark. Let’s just say that that was an interesting drive and everything we passed made it through alive. It was a bit difficult to find our somewhat remote eco-lodge but we made it there by 8. Pepo and Sivia (the Spanish owners) were ready and prepared a fish dinner for us while we unpacked and settled in to our bungalow. The dinner was delicious and Devon and I both ordered milk and shared a chocolate ice cream afterward. It was a calming end to the somewhat hectic day. 
My house (the corner town home) 

My view out the window

My Tica Family, Sophie Angel and Mama Ruth

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Manuel Antonio!

8-4-11
Today Randdie and I woke up a 4:50 to catch the 6:00 bus to Manuel Antonio to spend the day at the beach! We slept most of the way there, although I was a bit paranoid that we would miss the stop because of Randdie’s last experience with the buses…  However this trip turned out great, the bus was a direct route and stopped at a Soda/Market halfway through to take a break.  In the last hour I made friends with an Italian backpacking couple who were going to the park as well. We actually arrived at Manuel Antonio early and the bus driver took us right up to the park entrance. From there we only had to walk down the path to the entrance. We passed by an army of souvenir vendors before passing into the world of nature. For only $10 you get a full day at some of the best beaches in Costa Rica. The park has about protected 5 beaches and a large jungle area as well. This is one of the best areas to see wildlife in CR, and the park only allows in a certain number of people each day which prevents crowding on the beach.  I was a bit disappointed at the lack of Nat Geo like pictures while I was at Monteverde, but Manuel Antonio more than made up for it. Right after Randdie and I entered the park we saw our first sloth! It was a baby sleeping up in the tree. Many people were taking tours of the park, but Randdie and I headed right for the principal beach, Playa Manuel Antonio.
                It was gorgeous. The sea is aqua and clear with white sands and the jungle comes right up to the sands. The shore is a sheltered area which makes it perfect for swimming and that’s where Randdie and I went first! Afterward we ate our picnic lunch on the sand.  There are also these coral/rock tide pools at low tide that were created hundreds of years ago by the local indigenous peoples to catch migrating turtles as the tides changed. These tide pools are, in my opinion, one of the best parts of the beach. Here the water is warm and you can walk through the rocks to swim with the fishes in the shallows. My favorite way to pass the time was by floating, it was the most relaxing thing in the world.  We spent the whole morning at the first beach, but decided to walk around the Cathedral Point to go to one of the other beaches. We went to the trail and just as we were about to walk onto it the group behind us spotted a family of spider monkeys! They were so close and I got some amazing (Nat Geo-like) pictures. I would have stayed and watched them ham it up for the cameras all day but we finally left for our hike to the second beach. It was about a 20 min hike, over the mountainous former island to get to the other side. On the way we saw more animals. I saw a sloth, and baby wild pig!! Animals aren’t really Randdie’s thing, so we didn’t stop for too long. Once we broke through the trees to the next beach we dropped our bags off and ran straight into the water to cool off.
The second beach was way less crowded than the first one, it was great for swimming, but it lacked the cool tide pools. We swam in the ocean and met some other international tourists. We met some older French women who were taking their month holiday in CR. I have officially decided that people in the US should have this sort of national holiday system as well. Think of how relaxed everyone would be! We laid on the sand to dry before hiking back to leave the park (which closes at 4). On the way back we looked at the really confusing map at the start of the trial to see if there was a short cut back. We decided to take a chance and walk what looked like the skinny piece of land of the point which separated the two beaches. It turned out that that path was maybe 25 feet long. So we had taken the20 min hike (uphill no less!) aka the long way, to travel between the two beaches the first time instead of the 2 min path that connected them. We still weren’t too upset since it had been such an amazing day. The tied had come in on the first beach and the tide pool was covered and the ocean was starting to cut off the beaches. We joined the majority of people leaving, but before we could make it far, we (well at least me) were distracted by the many monkeys which had come out to perform for the tourists. I got some even cuter pictures!! I just loved to watch them play around in the trees. Their behavior was so interesting! The only reason that I even left was because we still had to go to Quepos to but our return ticket on the 5:00 bus to San Jose. We caught the regular bus from the park into the town to buy our tickets and on the way a local, who knew the bus driver hopped on for a bit. He didn’t know that Randdie and I spoke Spanish (the bus driver did though…) and proceeded to talk about us and how he liked the look of the “negrita” (meaning Randdie). So Randdie turned around and said “oh la verdad” basically “oh is that right?” at which point he turned red and said “oh you speak Spanish” I answered yes and he hopped right off the bus before the next stop! The bus driver thought it was a great joke. We got our tickets easily at the bus station and got some snacks to eat while we waited. The bus from San Jose was about 20 min late, which wasn’t bad considering the traffic. So for a total of $30 we had an unforgettable day at the beach!
My first encounter with a monkey up close!

Randdie and I 

Little Cutie..

Oso Perezoso!

Manuel Antonio Beach!

Another look..

Part of the Tide Pools


Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Final Day of Classes

Today Randdie and I made plans to go into town to finish up our last minute shopping and to get our tickets for to Manuel Antonio from the Coca Cola. We slept in and had a breakfast of toast and fruit which is nice We got into the city and went to look for the Catholic book store first, since Randdie wanted to find a blue bead rosary for her mom. We went three different stores, but we couldn’t find it anywhere. Afterward Randdie needed to go to a grocery store to get some candy for her friends back home so I took her to the one that I knew that was like a CVS on the way to the artisanal market.after all the rich food we’ve been eating.  … Randdie found a rosary made out of coffee beans for her mom instead.
 Afterward and we headed off to the Coca Cola. The Coca Cola is a market/ bus terminal for all of San Jose. We took a taxi that probably took more time than walking and cost 4 dollars, more that it would take to get a ride back to our house. I also think that the Taxi driver took the long way. We arrived at the Coca Cola and the taxi driver called over a man to show us where the Manuel Antonio bus tickets were sold. We walked inside and talked to the ticket lady about buying a ticket to the park. It was relatively easy and we were done in about 10 min. Afterward I was ready to walk the 6 blocks back to the bus stop, but Randdie wanted to take another Taxi. I thought she was being a bit over cautious (although she was in Haiti mentality she told me) and apparently so did the taxi driver, he said that we should just walk. So after hearing this confirmed by a Tico Randdie finally relaxed a little and we walked back to catch our regular bus at the stop by the National Theater. The bus ride back was much better, since Randdie finally relaxed and was able to enjoy herself.  We bonded by talking about our friends and the different things the do. On the way home we went by the Pali where Randdie got snacks for our trip and I broke down and bought milk. I would have a problem if I lived here permanently since the sell milk by the liter, and I could drink that in one day... We had started to get really excited about our last trip as we walked back to the house.. . I skyped my mom and Devon to work out some last minute details about their arrival on Friday which was interesting since everything was going crazy with the animals!. After we finished skpying I wrote down some notes for my final presentation, and after dinner I headed off to class early.
 I got into class on time and the teacher was able to show me my final grade, minus the presentation. Since I was at the front, I gave my individual presentation first. I was really excited, so of course I spoke really fast… I know that the information was good, but I didn’t even look at my note cards, so I left out some information and it wasn’t as organized as it could have been. I also felt like I could have taught a whole class on debt swaps, but as it was I used up all of my time. The Rebecca, Dat, Kelsey and Karen all seemed really interested and had some really good questions. Of course the one question that I tripped up over was the professor’s… She asked if I thought debt swaps were socially sustainable and I answered about international society interactions but she had meant the local ones, but overall it went well. She also told me that she really liked my paper, and she asked my permission to use it as a reading for her future classes!After class I was able to see my total grade, I had gotten a 20/20 on my presentation and so I finished the class with a 97! Although the grade is not even close to the most important thing I have gotten from this class. The field trips and interviews were invaluable and I can’t wait to show them to Dr. Boyer!
 OMG There was just a baby earthquake right when I was about to post this!!AHHH, So exciting!!
  

Monday, August 1, 2011

Alta Mira Day 2

7-31-11
On Sunday we woke up to a bright clear morning and had another amazing meal at the cantina before heading off to tour the coffee production center of the community with Carlos. We toured several shade grown coffee fields, which were mixed in with organic banana and saw their processing, drying and toasting center to the packaging. The whole beneficio (processing center) is owned by the community, allowing them to sell finished products, something very different from the traditional coffee growing process where they only sold the raw cherries to the plants. In the community each grower is assured of the price of his coffee and paid 50% in advance of the sale, so that he has money to invest in his next crop. The coffee is then toasted by the artisanal roasters in the community who ensure quality of the finished product and bag it under their brand name. Let me tell you, that finished product is the best coffee I have ever tasted.
After the coffee tour we piled into the back of Carlos’s truck to drive up to the entrance to Parque La Amistad. Karen and I were exploradoras extraordinaire and we sat up on the edges with the wind in our hair as we rode up the mountain. We headed into the park for our two hour tour with Carlos (local farmer and naturalist, the community and park are very symbiotic). It was a mostly uphill hike but very worth it as Carlos stopped to show us several unique plants and birds we passed. We were able to see both primary and secondary forest during our walk and there is a distance difference between the two. In the primary forest its life layered upon life and almost no light comes through. In the secondary forests was much lighter and everything looked like it was covered with Kudzu since vines are some of the pioneer species. The secondary forest is also an important food source for the animals and birds that live in the rainforest. The rainforest was gorgeous and unique, but also really hard to walk in since even on the path you have to fight your way through because there is so much competition for space and light plus everything is wet. Due to this there were several slips and slids on our way out, Karen bravely went first to test the path and yell back down the line where to step. By this process we made it out unscathed, and just in time because the rain started right after we got back out! This was only partly a good thing because we had come in an open truck, and would need to go back down the same way. Sill high off the adrenaline from our successful hike we decided to keep up our explorer personas and take the truck back down in the rain. We all climbed in the back of the truck with our various weather protection strategies, umbrellas, rain jackets and ponchos. However, nothing really keeps you dry during the rain in a rainforest. Even with Carlos speeding down the road, we were all soaked by the time we got to the lower elevation where it wasn’t raining. I would like to add that my strategy of using an umbrella while squatting in the corner or the truck was highly successful as I was only half drenched, with mostly dry shoes. Profesora gave us each a lollypop as a reward for our explorer bravery before we ran back up to the cabin to change. I had somehow not planned for rain (yes after more than a month in CR…) and only had one pair of pants, so I ended up wearing my PJs for the rest of the day. We packed up our things and headed down to the headquarters to buy our some of their local products before we left.
After saying goodbye to everyone and thanking them for their hospitality we piled back into the van and headed back to San Jose. On the way we passed the pineapple fields again that have come to define this region, and compared them to the example of local economic growth and diversification that we had just experienced. We also stopped for ice cream at pop’s again (I think profesora has a sweet tooth!) , the only problem was that it was in a mall and we all looked like a mess.  Ticos dress up to go to the mall, so you could just feel the judging of the lazy US tourists as we quickly got our ice cream and hid back in the car… aside from this one negative this was an amazing trip which I will definitely use as a case study when I go back to App this fall!  
Coffee from the processing plant

Carlos our guide

Parque La Amistad 

We survived the rain!

Expolradoras Extraordinaire! 

Del Monte Pineapple fields

Alta Mira

7-30-11
So we met to leave for Alta Mira at 6, which means we left at 6:30. On the way we spotted many of the pilgrims making their way toward Cartago for the dia de la Virgin de Los Angeles, the patron saint of CR. For this religious festival over 1 million Costa Ricans will visit the Basilica, many will walk for days to reach the cathedral.
The roads on the way there weren’t bad, just really curvy. Needless to say I took my Dramamine and slept most of the way. We stopped for breakfast at a roadside restaurant in the paramo, which is the Costa Rican highlands, and it is very cold there. It was colder than the volcano, probably about 50 degrees, but the weather was beautiful. It was a wonderful clear day. The restaurant was very good; we tried a lot of what profesora called “real’ typical Costa Rican food, like heart of palm and agua dulce, both indigenous foods. They were really good! I was surprised that I like the heart of palm. I got a fried yucca pancake thing and the Costa Rican equivalent of hash browns and eggs.  The air was so fresh; it reminded me of Boone in the fall. Karen and I got these amazing carrot muffins to take with us for the rest of the ride. The views were amazing, the diversity and variety of scenery and climate in CR is really amazing, and the mountains here remind me of North Carolina. On the way we passed through the Perez Zeledon district which is where one of my case studies for my thesis was located! It was really cool to see the area where all the events I read about actually took place.  I even saw the signs for the co-op and the two communities (Las Palmas and Santa Cruz). We also passed through the new addition of pineapple to a region formerly coffee. It was pineapples as far as the eye could see, and everything was broken up into Del Monte zones, denoted by large signs.
                We arrived at Alta Mira a bit ahead of schedule. We were greeted by Jessica, one of the project leaders. Jessica is in her mid-late 20s and very knowledgeable about the project that she has grown up with. We had a delicious lunch in the community restaurant owned by several of the local women (designed by a local artist, and built by the community). The food was simple and delicious; almost all of the food was produced locally and walked over to the restaurant. They had some of the best juices I have had in CR, and afterward we got traditionally made coffee that was so rich in flavor it didn’t need milk or sugar.  The community is working to develop a small tourism sector, although tourism is not their main focus.  After lunch we had some free time which Karen, Rebecca and I used to explore the cool looking jungle gym and house (which we found out later was the bus stop...). Both were designed by the local artist using solid waste from other communities in CR. The dinosaur jungle gym was my favorite. It was a net made from old tires and illegal fishing wire that connected to a concrete and rebar frame. Of course we had to climb it and have a photo op! When we eventually climbed down, the view was great!, we had a tour of the major project facilities and several of the member’s farms to take with Jessica.
The project was founded in 1997 after the international crisis in coffee prices shook the foundation of economy of this coffee producing town. Many people began to leave the community for other jobs and regions of the country. Almost all the young people left. Several in the town were interested in diversify and beginning to farm organically and sustainably to take care of their land. The also began to work more closely with Parque International La Amistad, which borders their community. They began several reforestation projects, began to develop their organic framework and negotiated with outside NGOs and organizations to redevelop their community. We walked through several of their reforestation, conservation zones in which the forest had returned successfully after 16 years of natural regeneration.  We crossed several suspension bridges also designed by the local artist using the same solid waste materials. They were super fun since you could jump on them and bounce due to the use of old tires! We walked through several plots owned by different families in the program. They farm in covered plots, not greenhouses, but covered with fabric which protects the plants from too much sun and wind. We were also able to see examples of soil regeneration through their organic composting experiments and reintroduction or “mountain micro-organisms” from the rainforest. We hiked up the mountain and saw several more farm examples as well as sustainable pig and cattle livestock farming (all the leftovers from the restaurant goes to feed the pigs). At the cattle ranch, we learned how local farmers are finding ways to make their cows healthier without the use of steroid injections, hormones, or the use of broad spectrum antibiotics through the use of native grasses as feeds and several extracts from their forest preserves. These options are not just earth friendly, but economically friendly for the farmer as well. He/she is not dependent on buying fertilizer, pesticides and pills from large foreign companies to guarantee his crop and farm viability. It makes him more independent and creates more pride in their work.
                As we finished the farm tour we walked through more of the conservation forest area. One of the plots was an example of bad NGO advice as the community was told to plant a type of cedar trees normally only found at higher elevations for their shade grown coffee. After the trees reached maturity they would be able to log the cedar trees and replant. However,  the root  system of the tree they were recommended for the shade grown coffee actually interfered with the coffee plants and killed them. The community learns through trial and error, but prefers to use their own local knowledge rather than the non-specific NGO advice they have sometimes been given in the past, although they do appreciate the help of NGOs in funding and capacity building projects in the community.  In the case of this plot the community has plans to cut it down and reforest with native plants.
After we passed through the farming section we went to meet Pancho, the local artist. Pancho is a very interesting person. He is probably in his thirties (it’s hard to tell with the dreads) and lives in the forest in his own conservation zone with his golden retriever. He lives in a tree house with collections of all his material sorted surrounding his living space. It looked like something from a movie. He had gourds, piles of tires, nuts and seeds, thousands of bottles and tiles (for his mosaics) and all sorts of interestingly shaped things from the forest. He showed us some of the various projects that he has done around CR, from bridges to sculptures, to kid’s playgrounds in national parks, to an office shaped like a whale for a tourism company at the beach.  His visions are endless in their variety and creativity, and each of them is built using solid waste produced somewhere in CR. From buoys and fishing line to tires and bottles, he has found an innovative new life for the trash of our modern lives. Pancho is also an amateur botanist and he has dozens of fruiting plants and flowers in his garden and amphitheater/camping area. He has designed and built an outdoor camping area and theater where he hopes to eventually have a music and arts festival. We ate our way through his garden and played with the sculpture/instruments at the amphitheater. Meeting someone as different as Pancho was a once in a lifetime experience!
After Pancho’s tour we walked back down the mountain to the headquarters to have a discussion about what we had seen and talk with Enrique, one of the founding farmers of the program. We sat up on the roof of the restaurant while watching the most beautiful sunset. It was amazing to have the opportunity to interview them and I had so many questions to ask. I’ve already decided to use the trips I’ve taken for this class as raw material for my capstone paper for anthropology! There are about 70 full members, and 200 beneficiaries of the program each of which own their own land or business but operate it under the association’s sustainability framework.  After the discussion we were shown the variety of products that the people in the organization produce and market: honey, cosmetic products, shampoo, coffee, jam, soap, as well as organic produce and the tourism activities they engage in as well. When the conversation was over, we all went down stairs to eat another wonderful meal prepared by the women owners of the restaurant. Karen’s wisdom teeth are impacted and coming in, and Kelsey was feeling sick as well so the Ticos sprang into action getting natural medicinal products and our driver reveled that he had studies acupuncture and digipuncture (sp?(acupuncture without  the needles). He used the pressure points on Karen’ head to relieve the pain from her tooth! And Carlos (our guide for the next morning) came back with a root that you chew on which works as a local anesthetic. Since I’ve been here I’ve noticed that when someone is sick the first response is not necessarily a pill, it’s usually is a natural medicinal alternative.  The amazing thing is that these techniques worked when the pain pills Karen had been taking did not. Since most of us were exhausted after our long hikes and several were not feeling well, it was an early night with some hammock time to set us all straight.