::waving madly:: I’m back! (Yeah, yeah, with all the holiday craziness, I know you were barely aware I was gone!)
About three years ago, my parents decided that they wanted to take the family on a big extravagant trip to mark their fiftieth anniversary. My father, who missed a career as a stellar travel agent, did a lot of investigating and a ton of planning and we all intended to meet up in Costa Rica. Alas, events intervened, and the trip was modified (to an amazing vacation in San Diego, but that’s another story.)
This year, my parents each celebrated major birthdays, and the Costa Rica plans went back on thet able. My father did a lot of new investigating and began a ton of new planning (with plenty of input from my mother, of course, and a few chimes from my brother, me, and our spouses.) Costa Rica was back on the table.
And so I’ve just returned from ten days of eco-tourism in perhaps the most friendly country I’ve ever visited. We flew in and out of the capital, San Jose, but we spent most of our time in nature preserves, all the while staying in luxury resorts. Our first stop was Si Como No, a hotel carved out of the rain forest near the Manuel Antonio National Park. The view of the Pacific Ocean from our bed:
In the park, we saw tons of wildlife — capuchin monkeys and sloths, along with iguanas, sloths, bats, sloths, crab-eating raccoons, sloths, raccoon-targeted crabs, sloths, giant grasshoppers, etc., etc., etc. and a whole host of man-high flora that I’m used to seeing only in tiny four-inch containers at my local nursery, neatly labeled “Tropical: Keep indoors”.
We took a flat-bottom-boat tour of the mangrove swamps and learned all about the ecosystem there (and yes, came face to face with more capuchins, including an alpha male that climbed on the roof of the boat to stake his claim to our domain.
We transferred to a resort at the Arenal Volcano, where we suffered through yet another terrible view from a hotel room that was nearly as large as our townhouse. This place had planted gardens, with walkways and pagodas and swimming pools and spas. From there, we attempted zip-lining (I bailed after a practice run, but some people in our party did the whole 2-mile course!), and we took a “safari float”, finding howler monkeys, more new-to-us birds, and a GIANT orange iguana that looked like he’d just time-traveled from the Jurassic.
We returned to San Jose for Christmas Day and enjoyed a fancy-shmancy dinner at our hotel. On our last full day in Costa Rica, we went to a coffee plantation and learned all about harvest and production of coffee. Back at our hotel, we had curbside seats to the Horse Parade (five hours of drinking in the almost-new year ), and we wandered through the Central Market and other downtown streets.
I feel as if I’ve been away for months — a sensation that should last until tomorrow, when I roll up my sleeves and tumble right back into writing.
So? How about you? What did I miss in the past ten days?
(All pictures courtesy of my husband, as I haven’t downloaded my photos yet!)