Page 8 (wink, wink). Costa Rica felt like home. So many times I didn’t remember I was in another country. Of course there was a bit of struggle with the language. That’s what happens when the Matriarch dies and no one picks up the responsibility of teaching the language to the next generation. But, my accent was good and many people forgot I spoke English and would speak to me only in Spanish. It was awesome. But, I said it many times to myself and others on the trip, I felt home. It really was a strange sensation, to feel so right.
One of my countries, only a border away could’ve been the reason. I was told I have to visit there too, for the culture and the food. I must say it was kind of cool to be around people I actually resembled, beyond the color of my skin. We are beautiful humans.
The rainforest embedded stories never forgotten. Exotic animals, plane wrecks, abandoned narco airfields and legends fewer than truths. I now know what a wet landing is and I’m thankful for Teva because mine made them comfortable. At least 3 more trips to this beautiful country because the more done, the more discovered and the longer the “next time” list.
Do more, fear less.
Paz.