Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Took a van trip up to the Arenal volcano, hoping to get in a zip-line adventure, but it rained pretty much the whole day Saturday. I lounged around some ornate hot springs. Sunday morning cleared up, and I headed off to the local canopy tour, hoping to take movies of a leisurely descent.
Not likely. One hand is busy holding on to the harness buckle, the other has a leather device for gripping the zipline and braking as you do segments from one jungle platform or another. Inside you're screaming for your mommy.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Well, it's been a long time since the last post. In the meantime, classes every weekday for 3-5 hours, mostly discussing, in Spanish, the politics, history, economy, geography and soul of Costa Rica. The discussions often get intense, in a low-key Tico way.
Breakfast and lunch in the school cafeteria and dinner every evening with a local family. Vegetarian meals all around, pretty amazing variety of tasty food.
Weekday afternoon trips to Alajuela and San Jose, capitols of their respective provinces. Both have a strong Central America flavor, very much unlike Buenos Aires.
Weekend trips, so far, to a family beach eco-resort island on the Pacific side and coffee plantation, volcano, and private eco-zoo just north of the central plain. No zip-lines yet.
So far, the trip has been something of a revelation.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Today was a surprise. I thought I was going to tour the local provincial capital - Alajuela. Instead I got carted off to a coffee tour - not a real farm, but a bean buyer and roaster with a small plantation for tourists. I and many dozen other old gringos walked through the coffee plants, learned about the different stages and etc. When the presenters asked for a couple of tasting volunteers, I jumped up and earned a cap for my expert opinion, which got a couple of laughs.
My flight arrived at the main Costa Rican airport at about 3pm. I had previously learned that you can get a short-term SIM card for your cellphone at the airport, I did so and also set it up for data. Carlos, a teacher at the school, picked me up and brought me to the campus nearby.
A rural setting, no tourists, the other side of the world from tourist CR.
The school is a large walled collection of jungle-y gardens with buildings scattered about. My dorm is interesting. Carlos showed me about, very confusing, and then we walked to his aunt's house where she cooked a great vegetarian meal.
It got dark, she walked me back to make sure I knew the way, and said good night at the locked gate. I went into the school grounds, few lights, no people, got thoroughly lost trying to find my building. Lost in the jungle, story of my life.