Despite being woken up throughout the night requiring several trips to the bathroom, the morning from our balcony was absolutely gorgeous and no amount of stomach-ache could make me ignore it. I couldn’t help but capture the glorious morning before the monkeys started howling and the mosquitoes started biting. Continue reading
Our second day in La Fortuna was arguably one of the busiest of the entire trip. We started early and hopped from one activity to the next until we were completely exhausted.
Rising early, Karen and I headed down to breakfast to fuel up for our packed day. We decided to indulge in an optional horseback riding tour. Karen was excited for this opportunity having never been on a horse and I, never one to turn down an animal encounter, was game to explore Costa Rica by horse. Worried about two silly girls on their own, Papa Carlos decided to join us on our morning ride so he could keep an eye on us.
After two fun-filled days in Tortuguero, it was time to pack our bags, hop in the boat, and head to our next destination: La Fortuna. We made the rounds of the resort saying goodbye and expressing our gratitude to our friends at Mawamba Lodge and we were off, ready for the next adventure.
The boat ride back to the bus had us spying a crocodile and more spider monkeys, but the real treat was after we had boarded our bus and got an up-close look at not one, but two of our most coveted Costa Rican species.
Early the next morning, Karen and I grabbed our suitcases and headed down to enjoy a nice breakfast before meeting our tour group. I sampled plátanos or plantains for the first time and I was hooked! I made it my mission to enjoy some at every meal and for the most part, I wasn’t disappointed.
Last year, Karen contacted me twice to plan a trip internationally. The first time, I was still dating the ex and spending most of my vacation days traveling up north to see him, so I didn’t think I could spare an extended trip where I didn’t get to see him. I forgot about her asking me to travel and went about life. A few weeks later when Karen asked me again, I was single, heartbroken, and ready to say yes to getting the hell out of town. When I inquired where she was thinking of traveling to, she said she heard great things about Costa Rica.
Luckily enough, I have travel connections to make it happen.
Greetings from Costa Rica!
I am currently exploring this wonderfully lush Central American country with my darling friend, Karen. This trip has been in the works for over nine months and we are thrilled that we are finally here and ready for any adventure that comes our way. We have only been in the country for two days and already we are filled with giddiness for this tropical place.
During our primitive school years, we get used to taking tests. Whether they involve using a #2 pencil to fill in little bubbles or getting each letter correct on a spelling exam, we learn quickly that we must pass in order to succeed. We can’t get our driver’s licenses without both a written and in-car examination. We can’t get through college without passing midterms and finals. And we get used to the act of taking tests.
As adults, the tests become about so much more than academia. We struggle through tests of willpower when coworkers bring in donuts and we are trying desperately to fit into that special occasion outfit. We are forced to hold our tongues when people test our nerves. Our patience is tested as we wait for good or bad news and when children push our buttons. Heck, we even test our own limits by jumping out of planes and taking professional and personal risks.
Sorry for the half-assed post yesterday Wonderlings, but I didn’t want you to all think that I had forgotten you or my vow to post once a week for 2014. Floating on a sea of happiness from a weekend that included lots of events, I needed to take a day off to make sure I was enjoying life and not simply writing about it.
And enjoying life I have been. Especially with the lovely ladies of my life.
A few weeks ago, my friend Karen and I decided to get out of town and visit Rose up in Santa Cruz. It was a journey that we had tried to make happen since she moved up there in May, but conflicting schedules made it impossible. Finally, after a human sacrifice and the proper alignment of the planets, we found ourselves driving up the 101 Freeway bound for Northern California.
I had never been to Santa Cruz so I was incredibly excited about this trip. Rose had planned several activities that she thought we would be interested in and I quickly realized there was no way we could do it all in the weekend we were there.
Arriving after a long drive, we were greeted by Rose and one of her new friends.
This is a story about love. It is not a love story.
Ten years ago I met a man. He was a friend of a guy I dated, the first guy to ever break my heart. Through many group outings, my boyfriend’s friend became my friend too. Despite a shared love of goth culture and music, he was completely different from my boyfriend in a thousand awesomely wonderful ways. He was funny and sweet and I genuinely enjoyed his company, sharing inside jokes about his harem of women (I was jokingly the “Thursday Night Girl”) and spending one-on-one time with him to dye his blonde hair black or to talk on the beach.
I didn’t know then just how important he would become to me.