I was super frazzled in the last couple days leading up to my departure. I'd given myself 10 days to get organized and say goodbye to people. But Wednesday came and I was running around like a chicken with my head cut-off. I ended up only getting 2 hours sleep, since I had to wake up at 3:45 am. I know that no one feels sorry for me. Ha! Luckily I was able to sneak in a nap when I arrived at Cindy's place in Santa Monica. Always good to spend time with Cindy.
I spent the rest of my time in LA running around to get the rest of the things on my list, which included stuff for the Chasing Sunshine yoga retreat: a reusable glass straw at Whole foods to drink cocos frescos, a cute Seea rash guard from Mollusk in Venice Beach, my favourite scent Miss Marisa from Principessa on Abbot Kinney, a reusable glass water bottle from lululemon (I've had one for the last 4 years, but I forgot it 😩), a bunch of gear from REI. I felt more organized when I left LA, but realized I'd packed way too many clothes as soon as I stepped off the plane in Tambor. The hot, sticky air clung to my body.
My one way ticket was flagged at LAX check-in and the agent mentioned the word "deportation", so I jumped onto Expedia and bought a (hugely inflated) ticket back to Vancouver for May 1. A guy I was sitting next to said that, because I was searching from an airport IP address, the prices would be jacked. Makes sense. He told me about an app called Adblockfast that would allow me to search undetectably, but I had already booked it. Damnit. Immigration never asked to see the ticket, so probably could have gotten away without it. I spent $50 on cancellation insurance, so hopefully I can just cancel it. Come rainy season, I may want to come back for a visit anyways.
After a harrowing ride through the clouds on a puddle jumper to Tambor, the eagle finally landed. $50 got this bird a taxi with Julio to her hotel in Santa Teresa. Pretty sure Julio was flirting with me as he told me he was single more than once. Haha. His English was good and he liked to talk, so I asked him about other similar spots as he navigated the notoriously bad dirt road from Tambor, through Cabano and Malpais to Santa Teresa. Despite the bad road, his favourite was Santa Teresa, but he said that Santa Catalina, Panama was a good spot too. The pot holes didn't seem as bad this time, but I'm sure they get worse as rainy season nears towards May.
Tired from the overnight flight, the eagle checked out the beach for sunset, then had potato chips and beer for dinner and fell asleep to the sound of howler monkeys. This eagle felt more like a pigeon last night as I munched potato chips in bed.
Breakfast and blog writing at the Zwart Cafe down the road from my hotel. Breakfast of eggs and fruit paired with an americano, cost me $10 with tip, only slightly less than it would at home. I remember coming to this cafe my first time in Costa Rica with Sparky, which must have been about 10 years ago now. We met the Canadian women that owned it. It seems that these beach side businesses come and go here, so it was encouraging to see that she was still here, her business thriving and a little tanned babe on her hip. We're probably about the same age. As I sit in the cafe, solo, I feel more like a chicken, because I didn't work up the confidence to tell her that. I promise myself I will tomorrow. She'd probably be able to give me some great insight on living her and starting a business.
I held off on posting yesterday, it felt insignificant to what was happening in the world with the Paris attacks. It's easy to be totally shielded here from atrocities happening around the world, unless you're connected to Facebook. No one streaming news here. Santa Teresa, specifically, is a melting pot of international cultures and who knows what people have escaped from to come here. When I was here 4 years ago, I met an Argentinian guy whose whole family had been killed in Argentinian uprisings when he was young. Yesterday it was Paris. Tomorrow is will be somewhere else.
There is no peace in politics or religion. The only one you can control is you, so choose to only put love out into the world. It is said that the dove is a symbol of love. So, be a dove. Since I've referenced a ton of birds in this post, it seems only fitting to end with that.