Thank you
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thank You World!
Thank you
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Allan: Returning Home
I want to thank you all for sharing this journey with David and me. Your friendship and love has been felt and has been a great comfort to us being away from home for so long.
I also want to express my sincere thanks to those that helped manage my affairs during my absence, of special note; Brad, Landon, my Father and Marci. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
One last note of thanks (if this were the Academy Awards, the music would be starting about now...), to the one person that made this journey in life very special, David.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
David: Heading Home
As our 399 Days of Travel are drawing to a close, my thoughts are turning more and more to what my life will be like back in Portland. Traveling each month to a new country and city has become my "new normal", and I am sure that I will go through an adjustment when I realize that this spectacular part of my life is over. It's going to be "just Portland", and while I love Portland, it's going to be hard for it to compete with "exploring a new city each month". (Allan has ruined me for life!) I will miss the new friends we have made on this trip, yet it will be so great to reconnect to my many friends at home.
I also think about who I will be when I return to Portland. For over a year, I have been "Travel David", and what I mean by that is I have been more extroverted. Have you ever noticed that when you travel, you do things you normally wouldn't do at home? Whens the last time you explored the area you live in? I've lived in Portland for over 6 years, and have never ventured to see Mount St. Helens! Traveling also pushes me to take certain risks and do adventurous things like...talk to strangers. I say hi to people I pass on the street, I talk to people sitting next to me in a cafe...I also walk more, and I experience things at a slower pace. I focus more on being present as I go about my day, and in the evening I more consistently reflect on what I did, and think about what each experience had to teach me. Most of my communication with family and friends is in written form via emails, which for me tends to be more heartfelt and honest, and I do believe that some of my relationships have deepened because of this type of communication. Sure, on the down side, I indulge more when I travel; for example, at home I would never walk into a bakery and buy several pastries and eat them all in one day, but I did that on this trip. I also drank twice as much coffee, and often stayed up late...But for the most part, I like the Travel David a bit better than I like the Old David, and really, what would be so bad about just remaining Travel David even if I am not traveling anymore?
So what will I do when I first get home? Well, first I want to kiss the ground of Portland--and America, for that matter. While I may complain about our politics and some of our social rules, America is still a fantastic country which I will always dearly love; tea parties, republicans, and all. Then, I'll put on Barbra Streisand's new CD, Love is the Answer...I've been waiting 6 months to hear it, and so that will be a treat. Next, Allan and I plan go to Trader Joe's and load up on our favorite foods, and later, I want to finally take off these clothes that I have been wearing for over a year, take a nice long shower, and put on some different clothes! Exciting! I hope to sit with Allan for a moment, and soak in the reality of what has been, and what now is...and then gratefully climb into our familiar bed and rest my head on my familiar pillow. I'll need a good nights sleep because the following week will be a marathon! A mountain of mail to sort, hair to cut, doctors to see, teeth to have cleaned, friends to visit....oh, and I'll probably have to learn how to drive again! (I am not really looking forward to driving again...I have seriously loved not having a car, even though they can be awfully convenient at times.)
Allan and I will probably also have some adjustments to make. Since my condo is rented until at least August, we will be living together in his house. We won't be together 24/7 anymore, but still....we are both a bit unsure of the whole cohabitation thing. When you live alone as long as we have, coming home to an empty house can be a wonderful feeling....so how do we still give each other that space? We are currently talking about that....But practically speaking, I can't move back into my condo until I have a job....Oh yes, a job. Such an irritating detail, isn't it?? You have no idea how much I have loved not working. I have never understood it when people retire or win the lottery, and keep on working. Sure, I would probably still work as a volunteer for a non-profit, but I might also take classes in Creative Writing and Advanced Spanish, or just meditate 8 hours a day...if I could do it, that is. Oh well, work can be a fun endeavor, and I am hopeful that a fabulous job presents itself soon after I return. I would love to find a job that allowed me to travel, and one that would also give me the satisfaction of doing something uplifting in the world. (But I am reminded by some of my friends that the unemployment rate is still high in Portland. If you hear of any jobs for me, let me know!)
In closing, I want to take this opportunity to publicly thank a few people that helped us out from afar...to Allan's dad Bob, who cleared away a dead jasmine plant from my condos deck, watered my plants, and handled some of my mail...and to Bradley and Landon for also taking care of my plants at Allan's house, and for also sorting through my mail when Bob was gone. And to my neighbor Rob who helped get my condo re-rented while we were in Peru. The four of you made it possible for us to be away, and I appreciate the help you so freely gave Allan and me. I also want to thank my Mom, LaRue, and my sisters, Cindy and Sandra, for keeping me updated on things going on with my family, and for passing along notes to our Dad and our other sisters, Tracy and Terry...it was hard on all of us to be a world apart, and their emails meant so much to me. And thanks to Judith for her loving focus as I traveled into the unknown...her support, advice, and amazing perspective kept me grounded these past 13 months...as always. And I would like to thank the many readers of this blog...your comments and emails were so appreciated, and I will miss this type of connectivity. My friend Marty thinks we should turn the blog into a book--what do you think?
And finally, and most importantly, I want to thank my dear sweet Allan for inviting me to accompany him on this amazing, wonderful, exciting, life altering journey around the world. It has been a gift beyond anything I could have ever dreamed--so much bigger than anything I have ever allowed myself to imagine. Allan is and always has been such a positive and uplifting force in my life. When I say I can't, he says I can. When I say it's hard, he says it's a challenge. When I say I'm afraid, he gives me his hand...and breaks things down to a size I can handle. I know that we have had some rough days on this trip, scattered about like potholes on a road....but they too have been gifts; opportunities to patch and fill with something stronger. A trip like this takes countless hours to plan, and thousands of details to remember, and Allan did most all of it, navigating our journey so that every transition was smooth and comfortable, and every day was the best that it could possibly be...all while keeping us on (and under!) budget. He was forever turning my attention to small details that said so much about a location, and enriched each day with his perspective and ideas. It really has been a Global Pathway of Presence, to walk this walk with Allan, and I am forever grateful for his kindness, generosity, patience, integrity, humor, and love. My life has always been blessed, but being with Allan these past 5 years has taken those blessings to a whole new level. Thank you, God. Thank you, Allan. Thank you.
Love,
David
P.S. While we return to Portland on March 19th, we leave on April 1 for a trip to Missouri to celebrate Allan's 50th Birthday, then I continue on to Salt Lake City to see my family for a few weeks, and then take a trip to Arizona to attend a meditation retreat and see my teacher, Judith. So I won't be back to Portland full time until May 20th.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
David: The Trees of Mexico...and Beyond
I started recycling my glass, plastic, paper and tin long before it was convenient or fashionable--and my friends and family have endured more than one rant from me on the subject. (One person, in defense, simply said to me, "I'm not that anal, David.") After all these years, anally separating my trash is second nature to me, but unfortunately, not many other places in the world recycle....but then, the poorer the country, the less need to do so since hardly anything is ever thrown away. In China, one night we saw several people sifting through huge bags of garbage, pulling out anything that could be reused or sold...In Mexico, you'll see stuff like this, a traffic cone made of recycled materials. Cool!
To follow this environmental thread, Allan and I worried about leaving a trail of water bottles on our trip, so we both bought Kleen Kanteen stainless steel bottles to bring with us, and they have saved us from buying bottled water. But still, in China, India, Egypt, and Morocco, we had to buy our water--and unfortunately, the same countries that required bottled water purchases do not have recycling programs, so all those bottles end up in the trash. (Luckily our apartment in Mexico has it's own water filtration system, so we can drink the tap water.) I've had the feeling that Nestle, Coke, Pepsi, and other water bottlers are paying these countries a lot of money to keep their tap water undrinkable. They make a lot of money off of bottled water, and so why allow a water treatment plant to ruin your profits? And ever notice how impossible it is to find a drinking fountain these days? In many airports that had drinkable water, we discovered that there were no water fountains, and some restrooms only had hot running water so that we would avoid filling up our Kleen Kanteen's, and buy cold bottled water instead. It was discouraging...
So after several paragraphs of me patting myself on the back for being such a good environmentalist, I must admit that I am a hypocrite....As they say, for every finger I point at someone else, four are pointing back at me....First of all, let's face it. Flying around the world is not environmentally friendly. I did a quick and unscientific calculation online that says I spewed nearly 20,000 pounds of CO2 into the atmosphere over the last 13 months. That is about the equivalent of me driving my car from Portland to New York and back again 10 times. Strangely enough, if I pay a carbon offset company about $120, that will "balance out" my carbon footprint for the flights. According to Wikipedia, in 2008, about $705 million of carbon offsets were purchased in the voluntary market, representing about 123.4 million metric tons of CO2 reductions. I suppose this is meant to make even a hypocrite like me feel better, and justify all this air travel. And in a way, it did. And didn't. How can over 20 flights cost just $120 to offset? If it's that cheap to help the environment, why we don't just add the offset charge to the price of an airline ticket? It would just be a couple of dollars--nothing compared to taxes, security, and all those other add-ons we pay. But then, what about all those folks who think global warming is a hoax, and that carbon offsets are a scam? As Kermit says, it's not easy being green.
All uncomfortable subjects aside, one thing I know for sure is that I am concerned about the environment. Sure, it is said that the earth would be going through a climate change anyway--scientists say the magnetic fields of the earth are in the process of flipping, which will send us into...another ice age, I believe? But why aggravate the process? Even if all of this eco talk is baloney, and Al Gore is just a jerk in a suit, don't we want clean air, clean water, and rich soil anyway? I don't have children, but if I did, this would be a major concern of mine...If we can't drink the water, breathe the air, or plant crops in the soil, what good is our financial gain as we pollute the earth? We'll be dead before we can spend the cash on a new SUV.
These are the things I have thought about during the past year, especially after my visits to Ranquilco, Lapa Rios, and San Miguel. A tree is such a humble thing. It stands and lets us do whatever we want, and just keeps on doing what it does (clean the air of CO2, for example) until it dies--or is cut down. It doesn't rant or rave, it doesn't shrink back in fear, and it doesn't condescend. I could learn a lot from a tree. I suppose that is why I have been paying extra attention to them these past several weeks.
Monday, March 15, 2010
David: My Difficulty with Mexico
Aside from a few trips to Tijuana with my family when I was a teenager, I had never been to Mexico before. Originally, Allan and I planned on going to Oaxaca in southern Mexico, but then Swine Flu broke out and drug related violence got out of hand, so we canceled our plans to visit Mexico all together. But last fall things seemed to stabilize, and Allan's friend Susie suggested we go to San Miguel de Allende in central Mexico. It has the reputation of being clean and safe, and doesn't have the drug problems that other areas of Mexico have had. So Allan did some research, and found it to be an intriguing place to visit--and popular too; It took us quite awhile to finally find an apartment that was available for us to rent.
HISTORY
San Miguel de Allende is a colonial city in central Mexico, and is considered to be the birthplace of Mexican Independence. When we took a city tour, our guide said that SMA is often referred to as The Cradle of Liberty, and it was recently deemed a UNESCO World Heritage site. It's most popular structure is the Parroquia de San Miguel Arcangel, a Gothic church that is the most photographed church in all of Mexico.
But in spite of all these less than optimum circumstances, the people of San Miguel de Allende seem rather happy. Life is good here, overall, probably better than in most other cities in Mexico. And one thing I'll say for the people here; they sure like to throw a party! I would say that several times a week, there are fireworks going off for some sort of occasion--we were told that often times it is to scare away evil spirits, or to celebrate a historical event from the past, but a gringo neighbor simply told us that "Mexicans just like to make noise". There are also several Christian celebrations throughout the year, so that is part of it too. We were fortunate enough to be here for one big party where hundreds of Mexicans came from all over the country to dance in the main square of town, dressed in traditional tribal costume.
OUR ITINERARY
So in addition to learning a bit more about their history, what else have we done while we've been here? Well, naturally we have eaten a lot of Mexican food, mostly prepared right here in our own kitchen. There are two organic grocery stores in town, so we've been able to buy some great produce, and Allan even made corn tortillas--not an easy task without a press. The restaurants we've been to have had a fair amount of delicious veggie options, with one place serving organic, vegan food. And some of the coffee shops here even offer soymilk for lattes. Nice! SMA is an "artist town", so there's a plethora of expensive art galleries and gift shops, and there are many times when I have felt like I was in Arizona, not Mexico. The central section of town is a haven for tourists, so a lot of it has been "Americanized".
As with most towns we've visited, we've spent a lot of time walking the cobblestone streets,
THE GRINGOS
San Miguel is full of retired gringos--about 20% of the population. They come primarily from the USA and Canada, and after being here for 6 weeks, I can see why. The weather is about as perfect as you can want--in the 70's much of the year! It is interesting to spend six weeks here with all of these retired folks--I feel like such a kid! But these are fun "old folks". They all seem to be so free to express themselves--not just with their makeup, jewelry, and hair color, but also by the youthful clothes they wear and their very active social calendar--one cannot possibly do all the things that these folks have scheduled on the Current Events list in the local English paper. We saw a documentary about the expats moving here (made by an expat) called Lost and Found in Mexico, and many of these retirees feel like moving here gave them a second shot at life. "You go to Florida to die, and you come to San Miguel to live!" In age-obsessed America, where life is only for the young and beautiful, I can see what they mean. Some embrace their new home, becoming actively involved in their new community, doing a lot of volunteering and fundraising to provide educations and provisions for poor Mexican children. But others just move here to take advantage of the low housing costs and cheap labor. While they may be providing jobs to house builders and maids, they never really attempt to integrate into the culture. Sure, at their age, some may not have the brain space to learn Spanish, so communication might be the biggest barrier. And if they can't speak to their neighbor, they're just never really going to develop a relationship with them. Financial disparity is also a factor: One nights dinner in an "expat" restaurant could cost a Mexican 10% of their monthly salary...so becoming social friends is financially impossible. I found it a bit disturbing that even in their own country, Mexicans are still servants to rich Americans...
OUR LANDLADY
The owner of our apartment, Helen, is 87 years old, and moved here from NYC with her husband (now deceased) in 1971. They moved to Mexico in protest of the Vietnam war, and vowed to never pay another penny in US taxes to have it used to fund an unnecessary war. Helen may be in her 80's, but she has the energy and spunk of someone 30 years younger. She's a short woman with long grey hair that she ties back, and she wears 5 inch long dangly earrings that she purchased from a local artist years ago. She chews gum like a teenager, and still speaks with a New York accent--even after all these years. On our first day meeting her, she asked if Allan and I were a couple, and when we said yes, she held out her hand with a big smile and said, "Congratulations!" She told us that in her day, there were laws that said you could only have sex in the missionary position. "The government has no right to butt their nose in someones bedroom." She says she "tortures herself" by watching MSNBC to track what is happening politically in the US. "America is going insane. Obama is a nice man, an intelligent man, but I don't think he had any idea how difficult it would be to work with the Republicans. They are all a bunch of racist bigots. They are arguing with him, saying that health care is too expensive. They sure didn't have a problem going into debt to fight two wars! I guess killing people is okay, but giving people health care is not. It's crazy!" Helen is also convinced that they have systematically dumbed down the country. "In my day, teaching was a respected profession. Education was important. But now they try to keep people stupid because they're easier to control that way." And our discussion on Sarah Palin proved that point: Any party that rallies around her is clearly not keen on intelligence, and is merely motivated by slander and fear...a very disturbing trend these days on both sides of the political spectrum. Is everyone on the left really a socialist commie hell bent on raising taxes? Is everyone on the right really a greedy, fear mongering idiot with a gun? How do we get out of this childish political war?
Helen has employed many Mexicans over the years, and currently has a family working for her while also living with her. The husband does the maintenance and yard work, and the wife, Juana, cleans and takes care of the house and apartment. Helen lent them money to build their own house outside of town (where they spend the weekends), and so their labor is paying off that loan. Helen says she considers them family, and it does appear to be true. I've watched her with Juana's children, and it is just like watching a grandmother with her grand kids. I will miss chatting with Helen. She's feisty, funny, and tells it just like it is.
IN CLOSING
Sadly, even after six weeks here, there is so much I don't fully understand about Mexico...Each time I think I do, an opposite perspective shows up and I'm back to square one, and I will leave Mexico with conflicting emotions. Racial and cultural prejudice towards Mexicans seems so prevalent in America, and being here for six weeks has made me a bit peeved by that. It seems that there is an odd discomfort about Mexican immigrants, and some people are downright hostile about them living and working in America. Yet at the same time, what American teenager wants to be a maid? Who would do the labor that the Mexicans do? It appears to be a codependent relationship...full of ambivalence's and conflict. In my lifetime, I've had two very close friendships with Mexican immigrants, and yet oddly, we hardly ever talked about Mexico. I've been feeling guilty about that since being here, realizing my lack of maturity and interest in their life and cultural history. Maybe I'm just feeling guilty about our historical past...taking their land and oil because we simply had more money and a bigger gun. (It's so AVATAR.) Maybe I'm too close to it, maybe my brain is too full of learning Spanish, but it's all just too much for me to process and understand in six short weeks, so forgive me if I've come to some inaccurate conclusions...
Still, I am happy that we came here. I have developed a love and a respect for the people and culture, and they have made me feel welcome--a feeling I now hope to more fully pass on to the Mexicans I see back home.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Allan: Costa Rica, what we experienced may not be what others have seen
We spent three nights at a lovingly restored and remodeled Victorian Hotel in the Centro area of San Jose. It exuded an air of a Coffee Plantation Mansion, occupying a prominent corner in what was a lovely area in it's time, now consumed by the old inner city blandness. With that said, the area was fine to walk about, etc., just not that picturesque. The hotel was beautiful and thoughtfully appointed, making up for the area immediately outside it's ship lap sided walls with corbeled eves and stained glass windows. Inside was a sun filled courtyard adjoining one of the best restaurants in all of San Jose, noted as such in several travel guides. The central fountain spoke in soft tones as the bird's songs were heard in the distance. We really did enjoy our stay in San Jose, primarily due to the hotel and the time we spent there; having breakfast, afternoon coffee and an occasional dinner.
The rest of what we saw of San Jose, well, was not visually appealing unless you were in the ornamental iron and security fencing business, not that there was any business to be had as virtually everything was behind bars and gates often accented with a run of barbed wire across the top...need I say more?
In deciding just where to go in Costa Rica, we asked several friends who had traveled to Costa Rica for their thoughts on what they enjoyed and what we might enjoy. It was Lindsey and Alycia that recommended Lapa Rios to us in the context of several suggestions, but bottom line their final suggestion, "Lapa Rios, Lapa Rios, Lapa Rios". Lapa Rios translates to River of Macaw (Scarlet Macaws or Lapa Roja in Spanish). The birds are native to the area and often times can be spotted on the property, hence the resort name, Lapa Rios.
Travelling from San Jose to the Osa Peninsula, where Lapa Rios was nestled in the rainforest atop a hill near the Corcovado National Park was a trip like no other.
We took a small domestic airline carrier to Puerta Jimenez, the main, but small town on the peninsula. This was one of the smallest commercial planes I have flown on and I have been on a lot of planes in my life. The seating capacity was 12, including the pilot and co-pilot! Single seats to each side of the 'aisle' if you could call it that, more like a large crack between the seats that would normally be filled with loose coins and used chewing gum. One could not stand, the height being about 4 feet inside the cabin. When I saw the plane, I threw away the notion of having a freshly brewed cup of Costa Rican Coffee on board as I gazed out the window as we flew from the San Jose valley over the surrounding cloudforest mountains to the tropical rainforests of Costa Rica. Also, went the idea of using the bathroom on board, as one did not exist.
On take off, I momentarily recalled the children's book, "The Little Engine that Could", but in this case, "The Little Plane that Could" with it's propeller going as fast as it could so we could get off the ground while the plane was repeating it's motto: "I-think-I-can, I-think-I can...". Like the little Train Engine that could in the story, we did make it 'over the hill'.
It, in part, was probably due to passenger weight restrictions, and I'm not just talking about baggage! At the Flight Check-in each passenger was allowed one checked bag of 20 pounds and a total weight of 250 pounds or you had to purchase an additional seat. Yes, you had to stand on the baggage scale next to the check-in counter with your bag to confirm your total weight...interesting. Can you imagine the overly self concious woman getting on the scale, saying 'Don't Look' to her fellow travelling campanions and miscellaneous airline crew in view of the scale weight reading. I wonder how many domestic trips in Costa Rica have been cancelled, in lou of over land transportation, due to this process requirement for the very self conscious.
Upon arrival to Puerto Jimenez we were met by a representative of Lapa Rios with our transfer service by car ready to go. We were told that the trip to Lapa Rios was about 45 minutes and over a bumpy, unpaved road. Trust me, this was nothing compared to our trip in to Ranquilco, we were in a 4 wheel drive jeep, on comfortable seats and we were there in what seemed like minutes, I guess it's all relative...
When we arrived Lapa Rios, we were greeted by the hotel staff and were offered a refreshing moist towel and a tropical drink of Passion Fruit and Sour Guava, yum! Our reception was nothing less of how Mr. Roarke would greet guests on the 1978 TV Series, "Fantasy Island", short of Tattoo (no pun intended).
The main lodge was an open air, woven palm thatched roof structure with a look out perched above the dining room with views of Dulce Bay and the horizon of the Pacific Ocean.
We arrived just in time for lunch, and this is when the beginning became the end (more on this later). Following lunch we headed to our 'bungalow'. It was a small resort, 16 bungalows in total, very intimate in feel and a beautiful setting within the rainforest. We were in 'bungalow' 5, think Four Seasons Hotel meets Gilligan's and the Skipper's hut on "Gilligan's Island". If you've got that image in your head, then you can visualize our beautiful bungalow; open to the rainforest, coastal breezes and the sunsets on Dulce Bay. The furniture was that of bamboo (like Gilligan's, but a bit more refined), off set by the white bug net bed canopies and sumptuous linens.
It was gorgeous, simple but elegant. Just outside our room was a private deck for our pleasure; chaise lounges, a small table and chairs, an outdoor shower (in addition to the one indoors) within a small tropical garden.
After we settled in we took a walk around the grounds, I really appreciated the harmony between the built environment and that of the rainforest. Lapa Rios is an Ecolodge set in a private nature reserve of 1,000+/- acres, in one of Central America's last remaining lowland tropical rainforests in Costa Rica. Although a Sustainable Resort, it was not lacking in the amenties I would enjoy such as an attentive staff, a swimming pool, coffee service delivery to our bungalow each morning and an outstanding restaurant in which we enjoyed all of our meals. I also enjoyed not having internet, phones or phone service and TV (not that I watch TV, but one of the many things I've learned about David on this trip is that he is a Channel Surfer...I'm sure there is a support group out there for people like him).
Over the next several days in between relaxing, reading by the pool, late afternoon coffees accompanied with sunset views, we partook in several guided tours; Sunset Bird Watching, Local Medicine Walk, Osa Trail Hike,
Wild Water Falls Hike...also taking a dip in the falls pool,
Early Bird Tour (early it was, we left at 5:15 AM).
David and I also each planted a tree in the rainforest as part of a larger effort to sustain the Primary and Secondary Rainforests.
In addition to the organized tours, we walked a couple of beaches along the Dulce Bay and hiked a self guided tour through the rainforest. Of course, we choose not to go on the Overnight Jungle Tour, I was just fine in my canopied bed with two pillows in my screened bungalow all sung, safe and sound.
The rainforest was dense, tropical trees and plants filtering the light only allowing a ray or two to reach the forest floor,
providing a home for an abundance of wildlife. Monkeys were everywhere, and if not seen, they were heard especially the Howler Monkeys. You would swear you were dropped into a scene from "Jurassic Park", the dinosaurs and raptors just over the hill from you, I'm serious, this is no exaggeration.
Howler Monkeys are the loudest land animal and can be heard up to 3 miles away; based on what we experienced, I can't disagree. It's only the Male monkeys that make the loud sounds (of course, the boys are the noisy ones!) in order to let other monkeys know that this is their territory and to stay away, again, a male thing, apparently independent of species...
Of course we saw many other animals; Two and Three Toed Sloths,
a Gulfo Dulce Poison Frog, Green Iguanas-of all sizes, Snakes,
White Capuchin Monkeys or White Faced Monkeys with a baby (not pictured),
Squirrel Monkeys, etc.
The first couple of days at Lapa Rios, I would only wear shoes (vs sandals) when I left the bungalow, even to walk up to lunch or afternoon coffee, in fear that a lizard would run over my foot. By the third day, after seeing so many Iguanas and snakes, I started wearing my open toe sandals out and about the resort, as I was only concerned about the Iguanas that were over a foot or so long!
The bird watching was also incredible, absolutely incredible. We saw several species, of note were the Chestnut Mandible Toucans
(like the one pictured on a box of Froot Loops but yellow, yes, I liked them as a kid, surprised I'm gay!),
and of course the signature bird of the resort, Lapa Roja or Scarlet Macaw, always in pairs as they mate for life. I don't know where David and I are headed in life, but we have been acting like a pair of Macaws these last 13 months. I wonder if they have separate nests...
And bugs, where were all the bugs I thought we would see, hear and swat away from our faces, exposed arms and legs? Short of a few larger than life crawly bugs,
they were not to be found...but we brought two kinds of Insect Repellent (one natural and one 'Full Strength' with all the bad stuff in it), Insect nets for our hats and mosquito netting just in case, you can't say we weren't prepared!
Well, back to our first day, after our lovely afternoon, it was dinner time. As I mentioned earlier, although it was a relatively small resort, guests were able to choose their meals from an extensive menu everyday, dinner being the only limited menu with your choice of 2 soups, 2 salads and 3 entrees and your choice of dessert. You preselected your dinner choice in the morning, usually after breakfast, so they could prepare only what was going to be ordered and not waste anything. The selection was wonderful, especially as vegetarians we had so many options and there was always a vegetarian option for dinner. We were there for one week and never had a repeat dinner, each entree was completely different and creative. Breakfast was served between 7:00-9:00 AM, Lunch 11:30 AM-2:00 PM and Dinner 6:00-8:30 PM, and therein lies the problem. The food was exceptional and the meals were included in the total cost of our stay, so of course we had to take advantage of it. Needless to say, we ate far too much the entire week and following our arrival lunch we were never hungry again our entire stay, and weren't for a couple of days following our departure. In chatting with other guests, we all wished we were hungry for the meal before us. Half portions were available, but that wouldn't be any fun...Of course we had a full breakfast, followed by a full lunch with dessert (homemade Crisp Ginger Cookies made with fresh Ginger for me and a homemade rich and dark Chocolate Brownie topped with roasted macadamia nuts for David, usually with Ice cream I might add) then to be followed by coffee in the late afternoon, sometimes requesting more ginger cookies to accompany our Costa Rican brew,
and of course, then dinner...One thing was certian after our week at Lapa Rios or 'Comida Rios' as I've renamed it (meaning River of Food) is that the scale reading at our Puerto Jimenez Flight Check-in would read just a little higher than when we departed San Jose, and it's not because David cleaned out the room toiletries before we left...as he often does!
Some of our favorites:
Breakfast:
Pañuelos; A homemade flaky, buttery Danish filled with cream cheese and guava jelly. Pañuelo (a handkerchief) best describes this pastry’s folds.
Central America Corn Cakes; Rich, small cakes made with whole corn, diced sweet peppers and onions. Served with a light yogurt-chili sauce, scrambled eggs and Pico de Gallo. Pico de Gallo is their homemade fresh salsa (Pictured above).
LapaPupusa; Two homemade corn tortillas sandwiched with black beans and cheddar cheese. Topped with a fried egg (we like scrambled) and avocado. Served with red salsa ranchera. Pupusa is a Salvadorian favorite food, traditionally filled with beans, cheese and chicharrones (fried pork rinds)...we prefer the Lapa Rios interpretation...
Lunch:
Tica Tostada; A crisp wheat flour tortilla filled with mixed greens, black beans, grated cheddar cheese, Pico de Gallo salsa, a dollop of sour cream and avocado slices.
OK, OK, enough about the food, but it all was absolutely wonderful... I'll move on with the post!
Lapa Rios was a unique and wonderful experience, I enjoyed everything, even the Howler Monkeys once I saw their size. I also learned a great deal about the Rainforest, Primary and Secondary, and how humans have impacted the delicate balance of natural habitats. Some of the most interesting things I learned follow:
Termites build nests in trees, counter intuitive to me, but they only eat dead wood.
There are animals named Sloths and they really are sloths, not in name only, physically inactive anyway.
There is a tree with sap that is highly flammable.
There is a living animal that sounds like a dinosaur (to me), the Howler Monkey.
There are rainforest trees that host on other tree species and ultimately strangle the host tree, called Stranglers. As the host tree dies, it leaves a hollow core to the erect Strangler tree.
Leaf-cutter Ants are a very well organized group and I'm sure very obedient.
Virtually every house plant you have or have had exists in it's natural environment, the rainforest...and you wonder why you can't get some to stay alive.
There is a tree with sap like that of human blood; in color, consistency and opaqueness/transparency.
There are many 'sensitive plants', when touched they immediately close.
Following our adventure at Lapa Rios, we returned to San Jose (...and the scale did read higher...) for 3 days, staying at an Inn on an Organic Coffee Plantation nestled in the base hills of the cloudforest just outside of the city. I can't think of a more fitting place for me and final place to visit in Costa Rica as I do love my cup of Joe.
The Inn was lovely, with a view of San Jose, the visual unpleasantness lost in the distance. The Inn was inspired by Antonio Gaudi's work and his Catalan Modernismo Movement of the late nineteenth century, an extension of the International Art Nouveau Movement. Organic lines and shapes dominated the building design, window openings and gardens; sophisticated with a mere suggestion of whimsy.
One day we had the opportunity to tour the Coffee Plantation with the head of the farm, Leo. It was fascinating to understand what goes into creating an Organic Coffee Plantation, the certification requirements and process, sustaining an Organic Coffee Plantation and the economics of the Coffee and Organic Coffee Trade.
We ended our tour with a walk through the Coffee Roasting Room, filled with the aromatic essence of coffee, and then on to a coffee 'cupping' session, not unlike sampling a group of wines via a flight. We topped off the afternoon tour with a Cappuccino, of course, it was perfect.
The next day we took a trip to the Poas Volcano National Forest, a Cloudforest, quite different than the lowland tropical forest of Lapa Rios. The vegetation is so different as you ascend the mountains, over 8000 feet above sea level. The highlight of the national park is the volcano crater of Poas, most often ensconced in clouds. We did have the opportunity to see the crater, be it a few seconds (literally) with the help of the mountain breezes sweeping the clouds to one side of the crater. It was quite magical being of the mountain and the clouds.
All in all, Costa Rica was a memorable experience on so many levels, but again, I realize we may not have seen the Costa Rica that many have seen.
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Thursday, March 4, 2010
Allan: Verbos Irregulares...
...although it has been fun. We'll be getting caught up on the blog, more to come!