Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday March 9
Every Guava Looks Ripe to the Short Man
Thanks, US Airways
There are too many things to describe. The fact that we are almost the last people we know to get here relieves me the burden of painting an accurate picture. Suffice it to say that Costa Rica is like paradise, sprinkled with as many Americans as paradise could sustain and still be paradise. When you walk around an area that is as competitively photosynthetic as Costa Rica, you wonder how it got that way. The truth is this: basically the Planet said to itself, "I wonder how much chlorophyll I can cram into a space the size of West Virginia." Another less-successful self-challenge the Planet tried was "I wonder how much coal and chewing tobacco I can cram into a space the size of West Virginia." (This of course, became known as what we call "West Virginia.")
Erich & Wendy's Jungle Lounge/Command Center
We're staying at Cashew Hill Lodge in Puerto Viejo on the southeast coast. We're on the Caribbean side, so there is more African influence. Even here, the souvenir footprint of Bob Marley can be seen, and jerk chicken. Cashew Hill is a gorgeous resort, run by a pair of ex-pat Americans named Erich and Wendy. There are only seven lodges, and we're in Kinkajou Lodge, which is undeniably the best lodge, because the kinkajous love to climb in the tree that is right outside our bedroom window.
There are too many things to describe. The fact that we are almost the last people we know to get here relieves me the burden of painting an accurate picture. Suffice it to say that Costa Rica is like paradise, sprinkled with as many Americans as paradise could sustain and still be paradise. When you walk around an area that is as competitively photosynthetic as Costa Rica, you wonder how it got that way. The truth is this: basically the Planet said to itself, "I wonder how much chlorophyll I can cram into a space the size of West Virginia." Another less-successful self-challenge the Planet tried was "I wonder how much coal and chewing tobacco I can cram into a space the size of West Virginia." (This of course, became known as what we call "West Virginia.")
Erich & Wendy's Jungle Lounge/Command CenterWe're staying at Cashew Hill Lodge in Puerto Viejo on the southeast coast. We're on the Caribbean side, so there is more African influence. Even here, the souvenir footprint of Bob Marley can be seen, and jerk chicken. Cashew Hill is a gorgeous resort, run by a pair of ex-pat Americans named Erich and Wendy. There are only seven lodges, and we're in Kinkajou Lodge, which is undeniably the best lodge, because the kinkajous love to climb in the tree that is right outside our bedroom window.
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